I'm 41, single, no kids, nothing keeping me anchored to anything. When I was out of college, I didn't have the money or the wherewithal to go tromping all over the world. I didn't have the opportunity for a plethora of reasons.
Looking back has made me just go "d'oh!" on many an occasion for many a reason. But when you're essentially at the halftime of your life as I am, you don't want to look back in anger or feel sorry for yourself in a "coulda-woulda-shoulda" kind of way.
This summer/fall, I'm giving myself the opportunity.
I'm about to come into some cash, most of which I'll salt away. However, I'm gonna take a portion of that money, drop out of society and see the world with some money in my pocket and on my terms.
I dunno how long I'm gonna be gone. I have no timetable, and as it stands now, in the infancy of it all, no schedule. But I know I have to do some things first. For instance, planning, which I'm not very good at. I tend to be a seat-of-the-pants sort of person.
I have to learn a sustainable skill, one that's portable, one that'll let me earn under-the-table keep if I decide to stay somewhere for awhile. So I'm going to learn bartending. I dunno if I should become a part-time barback or go to bartending school, but I'll figure something out. Alcohol is a global language.
I have to learn to make myself portable, only getting by on the bare essentials. To be able to lug myself-and my stuff around. There are actually places in the world where your luggage on wheels is useless. Like the Marrakesh airport, for instance. Or a fair amount of Thailand.
I have to learn when cities are at their peak, weatherwise. Going from Moscow to Singapore is probably not a good idea in terms of what I pack.
There's more to it than that. Is this WCV's "into the wild?" Hard to say. But goddammit, I've fluked into a second chance, and I'm gonna take it while I still have my health, my brains and mobility.
Not everyone's this lucky. Believe me, I know. You gotta do it. If you want to see some excellent foreshadowing about looking back wistfully, go rent one of the best movies of this generation, ABOUT SCHMIDT.