As I sit here, procrastinating, I am contemplating the choices we make about our lifestyles.
Many people say they envy us the ability to go wherever, whenever. But do they really? I wonder.
While we have freedom, we don't have security - if our 'house' breaks down on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, we are in deep. And yet, I wouldn't trade it for the world. This I know.
A few weeks ago, we were offered a flat, all expenses paid, fully furnished. Cost to us - nada. We went and had a look - it was lovely. And yet, the idea of living in it gave me cold sweats.
Not for me, the Great Australian Dream of home ownership. I have always thought of owning a house as a more of an albatross than anything else - it ties you down, and stifles you. My experiences thus far have confirmed this; once you own a house, you are stuck. You have security, but no freedom.
For myself, I'll take freedom. I've had security, and it sucks royally.