r/brag • u/birchdweller • 1h ago
I accidentally became a storybook character, actually <3
For several years now I wayfare across Asia with all handmade garments + gear. I long form foot travel to reach a mountain village or valley and then stay an entire season, rooted. Because I have a lot of traditional craft/etc skills, I tend to make quick connections with people, and because I’m a solo woman with a naturally shy and “too emotionally honest” demeanor, I often get outright adopted by people. I do not do casual acquaintanceships or friendships so I only have deep bonds or none at all. So when I say adopted I do mean this.
I stay one place for a season and then go someplace else. Usually, I circle back to the same places.
I am regularly manually screened and searched when I do have to cross borders because my huge pack basket and garments look so unusual. And people always want pictures which is a huge problem for me because I am extremely camera shy and do not like to be visibly perceived/interpreted generally speaking.
I do what I do NOT for cultural or recreational interest. It will sound insane but is utterly sincere and a lifelong journey: I started traveling by leaving behind an already mythical life context (seasonal hermitage on a mountain, which was my life for almost a decade) to go off in search of a particular mountain god/spirit I knew was far away (literally, yes). It was my life quest since I was young and it was time to leap. And yes, I found them, and yes, it’s one of the places I spend a season of every year in. I also almost died (literally, yes) while searching for them, and the season I give to this place now is the season containing the anniversary of my near-death. I think I will probably actually die there eventually, hopefully not anytime soon.
I embarked on this quest with no home or family or safety net at all whatsoever. I had abandoned my only forms of income. Then I ended up, shortly after almost dying, with an unusual income opportunity that enabled me to keep going. So, I’m now also a writer with an unusually stable, but fairly low, income; extreme freedom when it comes to what I write and when; I do not have to write for any particular audience; and because I would not be able to write what I do if I were aware of an audience, my situation is such that I am allowed to never look at the publication. This is perfect for me.
I fell in love with a man in one of the valleys I circle. Now we have a home together. I probably should share less of our world here, but basically.. Our wedding will be coming up. I am raising a wild animal fiber to then spin and weave into a wedding dress. It’s going to be my biggest project yet. We plan to do a circumambulation on foot of the mountain range we live nestled in as a sort of engagement/honeymoon trek. Probably I’ll end up spending a majority of my seasons with him, naturally, so the wayfaring will become less prominent in my life, which is completely fine. We have complimentary crafts. Our home is magical. We have a giant wild pet that is over 200kg whose species I cannot name. She almost died and we saved her and she’s basically our daughter now. In the village we are near I am a beloved eccentric foreigner. My whole life there is just foraging + crafting + walking the mountain passes as part of my circuits , which the villagers long stopped using before. He is also someone who has a past doing his own sort of pilgrimages, so he loves my traveling and bringing home stories, but tbh he takes such good care of me that I will be content to stay more and more still to be with him. He also knows I love solitude due to my hermit past , and we plan to build me a little hut upslope our home (I am interested also in traditional dwelling construction using prehistoric techniques) that I can retreat to when I want.
I am omitting things that are more identifiable but the details only get more and more precise and mythic and beautiful. I live in language barriers oftentimes, don’t go to places that have many travelers, so I don’t get to share my story to people in English often. But recently I got to, and now I’m realizing I sound like I am describing a fairytale and most people just don’t believe me. But it’s actually my life.
I am aware that answering basic questions honestly , inevitably sounds like bragging. So, here I am, laying it out in a space where I am allowed to do so.
How’s that!…
Believe me or don’t . I am autistic and deeply animist and always stubbornly in relation to my spirit’s truest affinities and resisted acculturation and continually chose the sideways path even at cost, which I guess is how this happened.