For almost two weeks we’re back in The Netherlands now. For a little while, that is. Travelling around, as usual. We don’t have our own place anymore, remember? We stay with friends and family and the occasional campsite.
It’s strange being back, but nice, too. To be able to talk in real life with the people I hold dear, that’s special. I find that being here makes many things clearer, as well.
There’s one little thing in particular I would like to tell you about. It’s something I notice myself saying quite often. About this wandering life of ours and how it’s far from perfect – even though it seems that way to many people.
In the conversations I have on what we do, I want to make clear that however awesome it is, it’s not always like that. The ups make up for the lesser parts, but there are definitely downsides to this adventure. Like with any type of life, I guess. But I always really like to emphasise this. I just don’t want you guys to get all unrealistic ideas and dream of something that’s not real.
Endless heaps of unconditional joy
Come this summer, there’s something I find myself adding to that. I tell people I am actually jealous of others. I am jealous of people whom I now see taking their van out for the summer holiday. Jealous of the ones only using it for a few weeks, instead of living in it all the time, like we do. I am jealous of the pure joy they’re chasing those weeks, jealous of the endless heaps of ‘up’, because they perhaps have to make up for a big amount of ‘downs’ from the rest of the year. But still, to feel happy so unconditionally, even if it’s just those weeks. Actually: especially because it’s just those weeks.
So yeah, all good things exist by the grace of the bad stuff. I had already figured that one out. And I don’t see the need for complaining either, because we have so much else. Reminding myself of that puts everything in perspective of course, but I still find it an interesting thought. So what’s happening now is that I don’t worry about it, but I try to find the reason behind that jealousy. Is there something I’m missing in my life?
Or is the grass really always greener on the other side?