July 4, 2015 – Crosslake, Minnesota

It’s moments like these that can make a man question everything.

Syr is laying on the dock next to her uncle Theo (Mari’s brother), watching the fireworks exploding all around the lake. Mari is there, along with her and Theo’s parents. The whole family. It feels wholly American – sitting on a private dock on a beautiful property, getting the family together, and watching the myriad fireworks throughout the night. Old Glory is waving to us at the end of the dock.

Truly a Kodak moment.

We decide to move to the porch due to the mosquitoes. I feel like I’m watching a movie as Syr and Theo play with his dog. Like a chain reaction, her happiness spreads to everyone around her. I look to Mari and wonder how she must feel at times like this. It may be the first time that I’ve witnessed Syr together with her entire immediate family, and it nearly brings tears to my eyes. They may not be the perfect family, but it is a perfect moment. And they’re sharing it with me.

My family isn’t “perfect” either, but it’s at times like these when I wonder what kind of psychological damage they go through during the holidays. I can’t remember the last time I watched fireworks with my dad. Age eighteen, maybe? Both of my primary lines of work have made it extremely difficult to get together with family for holidays.

This new lifestyle certainly isn’t going to help that matter.

Am I doing the right thing? I’ve never been happier, but what about my family’s happiness? Will I regret spending this much time away from them after they’re gone?

I glance around the room one more time before heading to bed in an attempt to instill this precious moment into my mind.

“I am of the nature to grow old. There is no way to escape growing old.

I am of the nature to have ill health. There is no way to escape ill health.

I am of the nature to die. There is no way to escape death.

All that is dear to me and everyone I love are of the nature to change. There is no way to escape being separated from them.

My actions are my only true belongings. I cannot escape the consequences of my actions.

My actions are the ground upon which I stand.” – Thich Nhat Hanh

July 2, 2015 – Crosslake, Minnesota

Better the devil you know…

…or is it?

I’m fully enthralled in conversation between Dallin, Kaia, and myself. We’ve taken a slight break from a lazy afternoon boating on the surrounding lakes. Cocktails flowing, we get into a discussion that touches on various subjects: our time together thus far, my life plan, and their daughter. Most significant in my mind, however, is the amount of effort it took from Mari to persuade Dallin to host me this summer.

I don’t ask him, but I wonder…why such hesitation? I try to imagine being in their position. They come from a completely different time in this country. They’ve worked hard their whole lives to achieve the American dream, and now it’s their time to enjoy their well deserved retirement. Socialize with friends. Focus on family. Would I take a chance in having a less enjoyable summer with some strange man living on my property?

Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t.”

This mindset is why the idea of what I’m doing is so absurd and foreign in this country. We can be very afraid of change. Afraid to try something new.

But then Dallin tells me how happy he is with his decision. They tell me about how their friends, after hearing about our arrangement, are becoming jealous. Whether or not they are jealous for the right reasons doesn’t matter. What matters is that the idea is spreading. Maybe in the future, someone they know will host a traveler. Maybe the experience will change that traveler’s life. Maybe it will change their friends’ lives.

What a remarkably powerful thought.

You must be the change you wish to see in the world.” – Mahatma Gandhi

June 27, 2015 – Crosslake, Minnesota

Finally. My first “napkin number” as a server.

It’s sad to admit, but yeah, it just now happened. I’m 29, and I’ve been in the industry off and on for about ten years. Must be the arm hair. Or the male pattern baldness. Or the combination of the two. Maybe it’s just the area I’m in during this time of the year, but I can’t remember the last time I’ve been hit on this many times.

(No, I’m not trying to brag, and yes, there is a relevant point.)

Rewind to a couple years ago when I had my own place. Check. College degree. Check. Nice furniture. Big television. New car. Check, check, check. I created a nice little world for myself, but I was missing something. Someone. After all, how can I be happy without having someone to share this with? I was 27 and ready to settle down.

But even before that, I always felt incomplete when I was single. Why do we feel this way? Familial pressure? Societal pressure? Advertising? I know it’s in our nature to seek companionship, but there is a line when it comes to how much we should focus on it.

And I used to cross that line on a nearly daily basis.

But then a change occurred in me. I started traveling a lot. Nomading around. As I spent more and more time away from the little world I created for myself, my focus began to shift. Less focus on accumulation, more on experiences. Less about me, more about others. In turn, I became more comfortable with myself. More comfortable in being alone.

I decide to meet this woman for a drink. I haven’t been on a date in God knows how long…besides, what could it hurt? After some conversation and another drink, it’s fairly obvious that we currently have about zilch in common. She just bought a property. I’m looking for a wannabe gypsy. Let me rephrase that. I’m open to meeting someone. No longer am I seeking her out. No longer am I beating myself up over blown opportunities. Failed relationships. On the contrary, I’m thankful that they didn’t work out.

Because if one did, I might still be stuck in my little world that I created for myself.

If you cannot find a good companion to walk with, walk alone, like an elephant roaming the jungle. It is better to be alone than to be with those who will hinder your progress.” – Buddha

June 1, 2015 – Crosslake, Minnesota

What a beautiful place.

Kaia (Mari’s mother) is driving me around town, giving me a tour of the area and their properties. Crosslake is a town amongst the Whitefish chain of lakes, so there are stunning views everywhere. It’s a charming little place with a population around two thousand. Except for the summer months. Vacationers come from all over the state to enjoy the summer weather here.

It’s like Okoboji, Iowa, on steroids.

I wave and smile to Dallin (Mari’s father) as I continue to bring my stuff into the guest cabin. The guest cabin, which they tell me I’ll be sharing with their family from time to time this summer, is essentially all mine. So… I get a guest cabin, I get to see more of Mari and Syr, and my own family can come visit too? My God, I’m a blessed man. That’s all I can think about during my first day here. How blessed I am.

I already have two paying jobs lined up here.

I get to wake up to this gorgeous view every day.

I’m somewhere new. Somewhere unfamiliar.

This is my adventure.

These joys, however welcome, also come with fears. Fears that are relatively new to me. Fears that accompany this new lifestyle.

Will I be working too much during my time here? Will there be enough time to explore the state?

Can I stay focused in a place that encourages and welcomes drinking and partying?

Am I able to handle the emotional strife produced by forming new relationships knowing that I’ll be leaving them so soon?

Whatever the answers to these questions may be, I know without a doubt that I don’t have the time to wade cautiously into the water. On the contrary, I’m diving in – head first.

I have learned over the years that when one’s mind is made up, this diminishes fear; knowing what must be done does away with fear.” – Rosa Parks

May 31, 2015 – St. Paul, Minnesota

Has it been five months already?

Tonight is my last with my first hosts, and the feeling is bittersweet. I’m afraid Mari and Syr have set the bar a bit too high. They’ve shown me the undeniable strength it takes to be a successful single mother, taught me the true meaning of patience, and embraced me as if I was one of their own. How will my future hosts measure up to this experience? These last five months have been the most transformative of my adult life. With so many changes happening inside me, it’s hard to imagine a future experience that will be more memorable.

I hit a financial low point and have never been more comfortable with it.

I became more open to opportunities.

I had my first real babysitting experience.

I grew closer to my own family in Minnesota.

I influenced others to make changes in their lives.

Due to these transformations, however, I will now be more open to continuing that exact process. Like a virus mutating cells, my typical thought process has been disrupted. Alternative ideas have emerged and replicated. Each new environment will pave the way for further contagion.

The host cell has been infected, and there’s no cure in sight.

“Without growth people atrophy: we waste away, and in a meaningful way we die inside.” – Ryan Nicodemus and Joshua Millburn

May 18, 2015 – St. Paul, Minnesota

I wish you’d park in front of your own %&$#ing house…”

…the neighbor across the street says to me earlier in the year. We have to park on the street due to limited alley space, and it never occurred to me that it mattered what side I parked on. Is it that big of a deal to walk another three steps to your house?

I turn around and look at the guy. “Really? It’s cool man, I can move it.” I move my car to the other side of the street and dwell on this encounter throughout the day. Maybe even a few days. I tell Mari about it, to which she seems a bit surprised. The moment passes, but the feelings remain.

I avoid any sort of contact with this person from here on out. When Syr and I play outside, we don’t wave at them. They don’t wave at us. The whole thing is a bit off-putting.

Until a few days ago.

I come home after work and park on “my” side of the street, which I always do now just to appease the guy. Funny, how territorial humans are. The neighbor approaches me, and I’m not sure what to think.

Then he hits me with it. “Hey man…I’ve been meaning to talk to you for awhile about what happened. I was going through a rough time…my father had just died from cancer and you just caught me at the worst time.”

My heart sinks.

I immediately apologize to the guy for what happened to his father and ask him not to worry about the incident. He thanks me in return for accepting his apology and we shake hands. Now I feel bad for being mad at the guy for so long. I wonder how he feels, getting that off of his chest.

We need to realize that sometimes people might just be going through difficult times in their personal lives. Even though they may direct their anger at us, it may just be that they are failing to properly deal with an emotion, a thought, or an event. This does not make them bad people.

It makes them human.

To err is human; to forgive, divine.” – Alexander Pope

May 14, 2015 – Somewhere in Southern Minnesota

Wow, my interviewing skills are terrible.

I’m sitting across from two lovely women I met through my preferred hosting website, conducting my first interview ever. They tell me about their decision to host travelers. Their outlook on life. Their dreams. In return, I share mine.

As we discuss these things, I wonder if I will ever be in their position. How will I feel about myself if I ever go back to a “normal” life? The psychological aspect alone frightens me. Could I live with myself? Would I ever be truly happy and content? One thing I know for sure is that if I did, I would most certainly want to host travelers as they do.

Not only to meet people or aid them in their travels. Not just to hear their stories.

But to embrace the interconnectedness of mankind.

To feed off of it.

To live off of it.

Some of us act as the veins, and others act as the blood flowing through them. We need each other. Therefore, if at some point I do return to my somewhat “normal” life, I will make every effort to support and encourage this alternative lifestyle.

Hopefully my future wife will feel the same way.

With the years, I’ve come to the conclusion that one of the best ways for realizing the interconnectedness, or the oneness, of life is through social action…The way to deepen that realization and actualization is to do social action based on our Three Tenets: approaching a situation from not knowing, bearing witness, and then taking loving action. If you do that, you’re going to, little by little, grok the interconnectedness of things. You’re out there serving others, who are aspects of yourself.” – Bernie Glassman

April 29, 2015 – St. Paul, Minnesota

Superior Hiking Trail? Yes. Mississippi River headwaters? Definitely. Split Rock Lighthouse? Please.

Since the weather is warming, I’ve begun making a list of places to go during my time in Minnesota. This state has much to offer, including numerous caves, state parks, hiking trails, wildlife refuges, waterfalls, and more. There’s plenty to see, and I’ll bear witness to as much as possible.

Exploring has become a driving force in my life.

Besides a vacation here and there, most of my adult life thus far has been spent in Iowa. Sadly, during most of this time, I tried very little to explore the state and discover its beauty (yes, parts of Iowa are very beautiful). Rather, I mainly focused on my education, socializing, and working my life away. Not that there’s anything inherently wrong with any of those things. But if you spend all of your time this way (as I assume most Americans do), when will you see the world with the one life you have?

After getting a higher paying job?

After the kids grow up?

After retirement?

This may be a somewhat newly discovered passion for me, but I’m thankful for it. It’s easy for us to get caught up in our routines, lose track of time, and eventually lose our health. We enter relationships, create families, establish homes. Travel becomes harder and harder with each responsibility. Each commitment.

I’ve spent enough time living in my own little world. I have one life on this planet. I aim to explore it.

Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.” – Helen Keller

April 23, 2015 – St. Paul, Minnesota

We decided we would rather trim all of the superficial garbage because not only is it emotionally freeing, but it frees you financially to live the way you want.”

Words of wisdom from my younger, smarter, and stronger sibling’s husband. The three of us had a lengthy Skype session recently, and in turn I discovered that my sis and her husband were going through a similar transformation process. Their first step was downsizing their living space, realizing that they were inhabiting a house that was “much larger than necessary.” I saw it in person last year, and would definitely concur.

We started purging things we didn’t need and the more we got rid of things… we started feeling, in a sense, more relaxed and free.”

Though I would love to take full credit for influencing their change of perspective, many sources of inspiration are out there on the interwebs and other telecommunication mediums. “The Story of Stuff” is one in particular that my sister credits for opening their eyes, so to speak. Regardless of what the initial source was, I’m just extremely happy that they became inspired enough to take action.

…we had to act. You cannot live life just being inspired, you have to act and live out that inspiration. It is amazing what we have just begun to dive into and how much happier we are realizing that cutting ‘needs’ and expenses can make us. When you cut out the unnecessary and focus on the core of your life and what you want to get out of life – that will lead to more freedom and happiness.”

I couldn’t have said it better myself. Due to focusing on what I want and taking action towards it, I stumbled across an amazing idea. An idea that has renewed my faith in humanity, brought me closer to myself, and encourages me to look forward to my future more than ever.

Most of all, you get time. Time for doing whatever you want.”

Amen, brother.

It’s what you do in your free time that will set you free – or enslave you.” – Jarod Kintz

April 15, 2015 – St. Paul, Minnesota

Ripple effect: a situation in which one event causes a series of other events to happen; a spreading, pervasive, and usually unintentional effect of influence.

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Syr is running through the house in circles, chasing after her new friend of similar age. They just met an hour ago, but they seem to really be hitting it off. Jumping on Mari’s bed, playing with toys, and touring the house preceded this seemingly endless foot race.

Could this be the beginning of a life-long friendship?

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The new tenant begins moving his things into Mari’s basement, which has been humanless since the old renter left. No more extra freezer space for us, I guess. He brought a friend to help him move his larger furniture, which must be a struggle to get down the tight, steep staircase. There is a young girl trailing along – his friend’s daughter.

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I go over my list one more time to ensure that I have everything for the basement work. Window crank, carpet cleaning machine, closet door rollers…

I’ve been spending more time down here recently, as Mari is trying to find someone to take over the lease from the old tenant. I imagine it could be a tough sell with a three-year-old running around the house from time to time. I hope someone takes it soon…

Wait, I wonder if my cousin would be interested?

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Having a vested interest in other souls unconditionally creates a ripple effect that produces miracles in the lives of those around us.” – Molly Friedenfeld