Sold everything, and walked out of the U.S. to be a “homeless” in this world.

Our family and I immigrated to the states when I was 10. Life back in China was tough, we were suffering, so having the opportunity to move foreign at the time was a life changing moment, and we heard about the American dream, and it was alive then.

Everything was great until I stepped into adulthood. Actually, it was still great in the beginning because I was finally independent from my parent, and I could make money to buy whatever I ever wanted. After many years of hard working and enjoyed all the nice things I ever wanted, Cars, clothes, computers and all the other electronics, I think I started to see the essence behind this materialistic lifestyle, I wasn’t happy. I feel empty, I get tired of things very easily, I constantly looking for new experience to fill the void and I didn’t realized it until recently. The American dream used to be alive, there was hopes to be able to buy a house by hard working, and just start a family living a normal life, but now, I don’t see the possibility anymore. I live in the Bay Area, and I am not smart enough to compete against smartest people in the world. I no longer enjoy working, I started to hate the environment, everything is crazy expensive, I don’t see myself living here for the rest of my life, yes, I suffered mental health, and reasons don’t matter anymore, I just have to accept and face who I am and how I really feel at the moment, and I really wanted for myself.

5 months ago, I decided to give myself about 3 months to explore the world outside of the States. I ended up spending more than 3 months, 2 months in Aussie, almost 2,months in China, and the rest of time in Taiwan and Singapore. My biggest impression was that people can live a certain way and be very happy. In Aussie, you don’t see a lot of nice car, but you see a lot of nice camper vans. You think life in America is convenient? you have no idea, In China, you can sit at home and live like a king because everything can be delivered to your door.

I was once thought the American life was the best because it looked like it, but I realized the best life is what you chose, what you really desire deeply in your heart, not endlessly chasing the flow to climb the top just prove that you are capable. Therefore, I went back to the States last month and sold my beloved car, my very last asset, and flight out the next day and continue my exploration. I don’t know how long I could sustain this lifestyle with my saving, but I am confident that it’s enough until I could find a new place to settle down.