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“Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.”

– Maya Angelou

It is our family’s goal to permanently travel someday. As much for ourselves and the experience of traveling, but also for our daughter and the education that a traveling life can provide. I don’t claim to be an expert on traveling, nor do I have any sound advice to offer for those who share the dream of becoming traveling families. For us, it is a reason to get up in the morning, to study hard, to go to work, to save our money. It is a shared goal that we strive towards together. We have sacrificed a lot. When my flat screen television broke, we did not replace it. When our landlords told us they were selling the beautiful home we rented from them, we moved into a small apartment close to work.

We have cut our monthly expenses in half and are still working on purging our non essential belongings. We estimate we can be on the road within 3 years, with a modest amount of funds saved up to at least survive the first year. We sacrifice modern comforts that we know just get boring after a while anyway. I think my daughter could use a life without a couch and a living room for awhile. A world where the TV is not the center of our attention. Don’t get me wrong, I grew up in the 80’s, I love TV.  I just don’t want it to define my daughters or my family’s life.

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Denver Street Photography | Trendsetters

The 80’s are back
Did they ever really leave?
Z. Cavaricci?

I remember those days. The tight rolled jeans and crazy Aqua Net hair-do’s that my sisters would wear. I had big dorky glasses by necessity and always thought of them as the worst things that could have ever existed. Apparently this is a fad now. Hot chics in geeky glasses.

I don’t want to create that whole People of Walmart vibe with my photography. I’m not out to make anyone look bad or to make fun of their choice in style. I hate how modern society has a category for everybody. Hipsters, jocks, rednecks, nerds, gamers, fanboys, stoners. Enough already.

Do we have to keep on pretending like life is high school and any of it really matters? I’m fed up with how cynical the majority of people seem to be of everything and everybody if it doesn’t fall into their personal standards. I was a nerd, but not by choice. I was labeled as a geek when it wasn’t cool to be one. I was treated like crap in a million different ways that need no explanation, because you’ve heard it all a thousand times.

Bottom line is I hate sub-genres. Humans are humans. Music is music. Love is love. Why do we have to complicate matters.

Recently I lost my VW Bus which was a cherished possession. As a result of this I am looking for a bicycle to get me around town. I found some fixed gear bikes that are right in my price range, so I have been researching them. In the forums I ran into all these hateful remarks from people lamenting the popularity of fixed gear bikes among what they perceive to be hipsters. Why do these people care about a strangers choice regarding the bicycle they ride?

I caught myself worrying about being labeled for my bike choice, but then I remembered that I am just as insignificant as everyone else in this insignificant world and being called a hipster is the least of my worries. I’m more concerned with having fun and experiencing life before death comes knocking. When do we truly realize how precious our lives really are?