We landed at Heathrow at 7pm last Thursday. By 8.20pm, we were home, fully unpacked and settled, and in the kebab shop (don’t judge).
Admittedly it’s helpful that our new Airbnb place is so close to the airport, but still: we carry so little these days that unpacking takes minutes, and all our belongings fit into two drawers and a tiny bit of wardrobe space.
Yes, the couple who carried a microwave around NYC (and that wasn’t even the stupidest thing) are down to a combined 30kg. And with the help of The Non-Use Rule (if something hasn’t been used/worn since we last moved apartment, it gets thrown out), we’re on track to do carry-on only for our stint in Thailand next year.
So it’s fitting that on this visit back to London, we’re finally going to be clearing all our old stuff out of our parents’ houses – because even saints lose their patience eventually if they keep stubbing their toes on mountains of cookware and can’t fit their car in the garage because there’s an electronic drumkit in the way.
To be honest, we can’t really remember what’s there – and we certainly don’t miss any of it. We’ve said it before, but it’s true: experiences and relationships are infinitely more important than “stuff”. Let us keep our laptops, our friends and our portable measuring cups (because we’re not totally reformed characters yet), and we’re happy.
One of the best things about the digital nomad lifestyle is hanging out with other people who think the same way. There’s no judging of people based on where they live, what car they drive, or what they wear. Frugality is seen as a virtue – people will bike instead of taxi and order tap water instead of bottled – but nomads will happily drop big bucks on experiences that they’ll remember. Or even just an extra $50 to avoid Ryanair.
While we’re back we’re making some concessions to the real world (Rob had an emergency shopping trip because he didn’t feel he could negotiate a book deal with whacking great holes in each shoe), but for the most part we’re going to stick with minimalism.
Now all we need is for someone to start our long-awaited what-could-possibly-go-wrong “Airbnb for puppies” service, and we won’t feel like we’re missing anything from “mainstream” life at all.