I swirled around my fourth glass of wine, I was starting to get that familiar light, airy feeling that started with my heart beat speeding up and ended with my head feeling a little too loose. I’m staring into the merlot in my glass as I prepare to defend my lifestyle, once again, to a stranger. This young, attractive man who just told me that my lifestyle is flighty, frivolous, has no idea the door he just opened.

I take another tentative sip as I stare over my glass. The large glasses I’m wearing magnify my small eyes, seductively staring over the glass as I smirk and take a sip, waiting for him to finish his sentence. I feel him lean closer as I close my eyes and swallow the dry, red wine.

“Do you really think you’ll still have that drive five, ten years from now though?,” he asked.

“Why would being in school magnify any drive I have right now rather than life experience? I write to comprehend my emotions and allow others to relate to my life. How would that change if it’s what my goal in life is?”

I’ve had this conversation one too many times. Explaining the nomadic lifestyle to people who don’t have the desire to experience it themselves is a task that I’m not always willing to take on.

How do you go about explaining the lack of a permanent residence? How do you explain that lack of desire to settle down permanently? Or the constant anxiety when you’ve been somewhere just a little too long?


This is a conversation that I must prepare to have multiple times but continue to be overwhelmed with the inability of some to comprehend my decisions.

I have found myself surrounded by the Rocky Mountains, yet again, for another contract season in Colorado.

A week ago I was driving across the country, by myself, in a worn down ’97 Saab that doesn’t have heat. Yesterday, I passed my tests for my lifeguard, CPR, and First Aid certifications. Today, I am sitting on the floor of my boyfriend’s room while he naps after we finished an in-service.

This morning, however, I had to say a temporary goodbye, yet again, to one of the most adventurous, unique individuals I have had the pleasure of meeting while here. This is the part that not many people are willing to acknowledge about those of us who live a nomadic lifestyle: you’re always saying goodbye (or, as I prefer, see you later).  Memories are made, hearts are broken, but friendships are made.

Each passing wanderer that I encounter comes filled with stories, life experiences, and ideas that are indescribable. Our lives are filled with adventure, unquenchable wanderlust, and the desire to spread a type of positivity that our world is ever-lacking. We only want to live our lives, unsettled and happy, and help others do the same.

So, for all of those who questions seasonal workers, judge our lifestyle, or are just overall curious about what it is we find appealing about it, just remember that we don’t question your cookie cutter life or your decision to marry and settle down in one place. We want you to be happy and if that’s your decision, then congrats. Now, let us be happy too. 

Published by Nicole Clement