A Journey to Everywhere
This isn’t a story for likes or travel envy. It’s just where I ended up after chasing meaning long enough — and refusing to accept less.
If you’ve seen the other posts, you might have guessed I’m not exactly happy with the way things are. Sterile world, comfort forced upon us, culture of working hard only to spend it all on mindless consumption, hoping it would make you happy.
But I think I found a solution!
Before I tell you what it is, it’s funny to look back on the evolution, how I got to this point. There were few stages.
I was fed up with London. “Disposable friends” you meet on random socials. Cost of life — you work hard just to pay rent and food. Want some nature? Get polished tidy parks, where the only thing you are allowed to do is walk, and even that is limited: I was once kicked from Eastbrookend park for simply sitting by the pond. Apparently, it’s a big danger to the public — stay away from puddles, guys. I also got into off-road motorcycle riding, always loved camping — all of that is just not London. I was feeling progressively more isolated, lonely. Unable to find my place, to find my people. The decision took so long to come, but I aimed at moving out — somewhere an hour away maybe.
Once this settled down in my head, I figured I can actually move further. Why close to London? Started looking at places. York? Exeter? Maybe Wales or Scotland? All have pros and cons. All beautiful in their own ways. At the same time, I started considering leaving my job for a couple of years, or maybe switching career to something else.
As this idea was sinking in for a few months, I started looking further. Nothing is really holding me in the UK, so why limit myself? I started looking at EU. Spain, Portugal. Maybe even Bulgaria. A big move, a new cultural and language challenge. Felt more like a new beginning, fresh start. And it felt good. I still had some logistical challenges, locking me up in London (not fully resolved yet), but I set up the exit trajectory already, it was just a matter of where I’d take it next.
I was always curious about the idea of big travel, something challenging. But it takes time, you need to quit your job (and the sweet one I had is hard to find again — golden cage). So I never had the guts to commit. But I suddenly realised: that’s the best time for it. If not now – never. Considering my obsession with motorcycles — a big moto ride. It quickly escalated to RTW – Round The World on a motorcycle for 2-3 years. It caught my imagination so hard I could not sleep. But there was a voice of reason, nudging me: it’s a logistical nightmare to sort the house, storage for stuff, exit path and the return to normal life. I had no illusions here — that would be tough even before RTW starts. Rebuilding life later — even harder. It was bothering me quite a bit.
And finally, the moment of full clarity. Why am I clinging to a life I don’t even like? Why am I caring for storing the possessions that are holding me down? Why am I listening to the social narratives I came to fight recently? Pushing my own ideas and principles to the extreme, I realised: burn the safety net. I should shed ABSOLUTELY ALL POSSESSIONS, except for the motorcycle and stuff on it. That’s it. Nothing to return to. No plan for “after RTW”. And I felt so… free. Don’t get me wrong, it still scares the shit out of me. I know, trying to sleep in a tent somewhere in Mongolia, all wet and cold, I will regret this decision at times. There will be a massive mood crash after a few months when I get exhausted and novelty fades. But I will push it through. I will have no life to return to, only the one to build.
So that’s basically it. I am starting to sell, give away and throw away stuff soon, massively. Tyler Durden would have been so proud of me (if he were real). I am converting my good old Honda grass-mower of a bike to a world touring buddy, packing and… just going. Just a basic idea of the route — no particular schedule. Just the path.
The road, the challenges, the exploration — all of it, real. I’m scared, I’m excited. Is it the right path? No idea. But it’s the one I chose now. If nothing else — I’ll know I really tried and didn’t stay still.
If you ever feel like reaching out — whether you have something to share, or just want to talk — I’d be happy to hear from you, stranger. This isn’t about followers. It’s about finding kindness and similar minded people in a loud world.