Many parents who moved a lot as kids want one fixed home for their own children. The intention is love and protection. The tradeoff is that some end up living in a place or job that drains them, while telling themselves it is “for the kids.” There is another version of “home” for a child. Think of a nine-year-old whose parents moved the whole family across Canada for a year, at 9 years old, so the kids could learn English. New city. New school. No English. No friends. Everything familiar is gone at once. From the child’s view, it felt like a punishment. There was no way to understand the decision. The parents could not explain it in a way that landed. Then something shifted. After a few months, classmates started coming over. By the end of the year, that child spoke a new language fluently and did not want to move back. The financial cost was high. The year looked irrational on paper. For years, the kids still did not see how it could possibly be worth it. No new bike this year, ski racing is too expensive - that year cost a lot of money, he was told. Only later, as an adult living and working in an English-speaking world, did the impact become clear. That one seemingly “selfish” choice from the parents created options, income, and a more portable life. Sometimes the most loving choice is the one that gets judged, misunderstood, or resented for a long time. Parents, friends, siblings, and partners often carry that weight. They hold the long view, knowing a choice is unpopular now but needed for the person they care about. My parents had to carry this weight from when I was 9 until I was 21, when I finally said: "Thank you!" Thank you for a second language. Thank you for showing what bravery looks like. Thank you for bringing adventure and travel into childhood. Thank you for modeling what real leadership is. Thank you for choosing what was right over what was easy. Thank you for being willing to be misunderstood for years. Thank you for giving a life that can move, not just a house that stays put.

Many people want a life they can take anywhere. Most stay put because old fears still hold weight. Which one resonates with you? (if I missed one - please add in Comments)

Most people around you grew up with one script. Grow up. Work. Buy a place. Stay close. When you talk about living between places, it can sound like a phase or a crisis. You might be talking about stability on your own terms. Less tied to one address. More choice in where you spend your days. When you first shared this with parents, siblings, or close friends, how did they react?

A long, clean streak can distort risk. One bad outcome gets more weight than the many that went fine. The base rate stays the same. If you already possess a stack of evidence about something, or undeniable proof (as Hormozi would say), you have enough data points to outweigh the "what ifs". Portable Life sees this all the time: - One missed flight vs dozens that connected - One sketchy stay vs years of solid homes - One slow Wi-Fi day vs months of stable work - One lost bag vs a long run of clean arrivals Keep perspective with simple moves: - State the base rate: out of 100, how many went fine? - Name the expected costs: delays, fees, scrapes - Improve the process, not the identity: add guardrails and continue - Track outcomes: count wins and issues, not moods - Add one safeguard: backups for power, data, routes, or stays What past scare made YOU overestimate the risk, and what guardrail did YOU keep?

In Girona, cyclists came first. Then the city committed. Sometimes momentum creates commitment. Other times, commitment creates momentum. In life, we often wait for clarity so long that nothing happens. Yet when we commit first, the next logical steps often reveal themselves. Commitment doesn’t have to mean “forever.” It can simply mean “for now.” Few decisions in life are truly irreversible. Where did clarity appear only after you had committed?