One week ago I made the decision that I will turn my dream of being a full-time traveler into a plan, so it can ultimately become reality.

I’ve been thinking along those lines for years now – something I’m sure I share with a lot of people – but it took me a while to make the decision. Not sure why, to be honest, but if I had to guess, I would blame it on being too comfortable and scared. Reasons that are no longer good enough, not when it’s long been routine to feel stuck every minute of every day.

Of course, the next step is to actually follow through with this life-changing, monumental decision I made on an otherwise tragically insignificant Saturday afternoon.
Sadly, most my Saturdays are rather insignificant. But that is the whole point, isn’t it? For life to not feel pointless and boring anymore.

Do you know the quote about a goal without a plan just being a wish? I’ve seen it a million times but never truly understood the meaning until now. Because I’ve never faced such a monumental change to my life that actually required long-term planning – selling everything I own, giving up my apartment, most likely stepping into a life without reliable income and job security. I uprooted my life before but this time the change will be much bigger. And I couldn’t be more scared excited.

So, before coming up with a step-by-step plan, I figured the most logical next step to making my dream an actual goal, is to set a timing I will follow. It’s no longer just a vague idea or naive wish. It’s a goal: In 12 months I want to be on the road.

PS: I’m doing this.