Tuesday, February 8, 2011

My life as a nomad...

I have moved 16 times in the last eight years.
I have paid off and cancelled any accounts I was responsible for.
I no longer have a car payment.
I no longer have a house payment.
I no longer have insurance payments.
I no longer have pets.

I pay cash.
If I don't have the cash, I do not purchase the product, service, or beverage.
At any time, I can pick up and leave.  Move for a 17th time...

My grown-up life regressed back to a gypsy-standard for the last few years.  The less I was responsible for, or "on the books" for, the more liberated I felt.  A gritty, weathered nomad.  A Minuteman.  Ready at a minute's notice to disappear.  Doesn't that sound lovely? 

Ohp!  "Where'd Liz go?" They'd say... "She left no trace, just woke up one day and never came back.  There is no record of her."  I have no reason to vanish anymore, though.

Turns out...I've ne'er shopped online.  I've never sent flowers.  I cannot book a hotel room.  I cannot rent a car.  If I want to save money, I stash it.  Rarely is there anything to save, but I think that times are changing.  Liz is growing older, again.

I have one bill that I pay every month through Western Union, costing me $15.96 a month, that is a15% service charge.  I do not want a bank account, I feel the same about Banking institutions, as I do about Dentists, Mechanics, and Baristas...they are ALL trying to up sell me.  How have I been combating them?  By avoiding them.

But alas, I want to shop online when I see something I MUST have, plus who doesn't like a package delivered to their doorstep?  Also, what if I want to put a little more thought into a gift for someone I love?  What if I want to send Valentines to the ones I love who are far away?

I got a prepaid debit card.  I know, it sounds like I'm a drug dealer, but it seemed like the least amount of commitment.  It costs me $1.50 a month, I can do direct deposit (a great feature for savings), and I can cancel anytime.


You can't see me!

Perhaps it's an issue with commitment that I struggle with.  I hate feeling stuck, hopefully my new "TrackCard" will give me the financial openness of using VISA without the burden of a long term relationship with an "Institution".  I am anti-institution.  Commitment Cautious.  Convenience Curious.  Off the grid.  Spy. 

The need to live like a nomad is slowly dissolving.  But what's next?