One Old Gypsy

„You are one old gypsy“, my grandfather often tells me. I am twenty-six years old and have lived in three countries. Yet I feel I have nowhere to call home. I am twenty-six years old and I have dealt with more shit than most people do in an entire lifetime – even though I did come to realise that all of us have some sort of plainful baggage to carry or another. At twenty-six, I live in Paris – which I used to consider the city of my dreams for almost half my life – in a not too crappy, not too expensive apartment. (Even though the neighbourhood is fairly shitty and I can hear my upstairs neighbours having sex way too often). I have a master’s degree in a pretty fancy sounding subject. I even teach lectures at my alma mater – something I didn’t believe I would do before thirty-five. I have a job I enjoy and that pays fairly well, in a company I believe in and which has always believed in me. I have seen many parts of Europe and also some further away places. I have had more lovers than I can count on two hands – some lasting just one night, others staying around for several years. I have the best friends in the world, some of which I have known for 16 years. Even though many of them live in faraway places, I know we share a special bond that will endure many more years of ups and downs to come. Yet when I recently came across one of this silly quotes on Pinterest, I felt truly shaken. It said: “Are you really happy or are you really comfortable?” I have been giving the question of personal happiness a lot of thought in the past years, but at this very moment I realised that while I was indeed leading a pretty comfortable life, inside I was deeply unhappy and have been so for much too long.

happy or comfortable

In Vienna, I recently went to a reading by Stefanie Sargnagel, who accurately noted that we are the generation who at thirty still ask ourselves: “What do you want to do when you grow up?” And while I have absolutely no clue what I want to do or where I want to be when I “grow up”, I know very well what I DO NOT want the rest of my life to look like. I swore myself to never regret the things I did – only those I didn’t do. At the end of their lives, nobody says “I wish I had spent more time at the office”, “I wish I would have been less adventurous” or “I should not have travelled the world”. And I do not want to end up like this either. So I decided to quit my job, to quit my apartment, my phone, my Netflix and my fancy tights subscription and to leave my Parisian life behind. I have no idea where I will be in one year, and I have only a vague plan of what this year will bring for me. But for the first time in my life, at twenty six I choose to not have a plan. I choose to travel, to see places I have wanted to see for too long, to be adventurous, to go out and to leave old habits behind. Stay tuned for my own version of #eat #pray #love!

Where the magic happens

*Image: Where the magic happens

10 thoughts on “One Old Gypsy

  1. Eat pray love is my mentor. Can’t wait to follow the new version. So proud of you ! <enjoy enjoy enjoy <3

  2. Brave and beautiful decision.
    Enjoy the experience to the fullest.
    Best wishes on your new journey.

  3. Good luck Ju! All the best in the new adventures!
    Don’t forget, at least one photo per day (even without description) :)

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