My Exile Lifestyle: Excerpt from Argentina


As I come to the end of my time in Iceland, I’m also coming to the end of a project that I’ve been spending a good deal of time on, my new book, My Exile Lifestyle.

Today I want to share a brief excerpt from the book, and announce the launch date, July 1.

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Either way, enjoy!


10.01.2009 — Notebook Entry — My Apartment, Buenos Aires, Argentina

There’s a beeping in the hallway as I lay facedown, naked on my queen-sized bed.

Queen-sized. That was an important detail when I was looking for a place to rent. And I’ll bet if the queen ever found out that her name was being placed on something larger-than-average she’d throw a queen-sized tantrum. Such is the vanity of royalty.

This is the second day in which I’ve awoken, ready to jump-start my day, only to come up short immediately after going through my morning information-gathering routine.

The email is now checked, the new blog post has been advertised. The news has been read, the shower taken. And here I lay, listening to this damn beeping that I’m pretty sure is the result of a faulty elevator, trying to convince myself that I’m in the right mood — the right mindset — to write this ebook that I’ve got outlined and ready.

All it will take is a little brute force; a little applied torque in the wrists so they can tippity-type away at the keyboard and make it say the right things. Clarify the opinions I’ve been ranting about for the past several months and put them into an easy-to-digest, bento-box format.

The hardest part about traveling so far has been the loneliness.

I didn’t think it would be a problem — the hardest part for me about living with someone else has always been the lack of alone time — but there’s a difference between “being alone” and “being lonely.” I’m much more aware of that difference now.

I get excited every time I run out of water. An excuse to walk down the street to the store! Joy! I mentally jump up-and-down, like a dog who has just heard the word ‘walk’ spelled out by his master.

I recognize this feeling, and I know I feel it because it’s a chance, though slim, that I might meet someone. That somebody in that grocery store (the main chain is called ‘Disco’ here, which I imagine leads to many disappointed 70’s dance enthusiasts) will see me and want to connect enough that they will take the time to break through the language barrier. Or maybe they’ll speak English! They’ll tell me if I was right in my assertion about what kind of milk is fat free and how the cartons of orange juice are supposed to be opened. Saved!

And this person will be a girl, because it’s much easier for a guy to survive with one friend when that friend is a girl. And she’ll be artsy and have a lot of friends and will know of the more interesting things to do around town and she won’t have heard of the music I listen to, but I’ll make her a mix CD and she’ll love it. Just love it. We’ll fall for each other and the sex will be great and we’ll spend just enough time together that there’s no pressure and still things to do when we want to do them.

We’ll fall for each other and be best friends who keep in touch long after I leave and she’ll know if she wants to come visit me she’s more than welcome and I’ll know that I have a place to crash in Buenos Aires and there won’t be any tears when I leave because we’ll both know that life is a celebration and this is just the last bite of one slice of cake. The party is far from over and there’s plenty of cake left.

But, of course, that’s just naive fantasy. In all likelihood things will progress as they have been progressing. I’ll continue to hang out with the same crowd (mostly expats from English-speaking countries) and continue to have the same sporadic, exciting situations, punctuated by the hum-drum, exciting-on-paper lifestyle that someone like me lives when most of their friends exist only on the computer, several time zones away. Always in a new environment, never a part of it. Always meeting people, seldom making connections. The food is different, the language is incomprehensible, but the biggest change is a lack of physical connections.

No matter how clever emoticons get, there’s something patently unsatisfying about an e-hug. An e-kiss.



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  1. Wow, this is really good. I do like your writing style. And the situation sound so familiar…

  2. hey, everyone feels lonely some of the time! I hope you meet that girl. Maybe you should try something different so you’re not only hanging out with expats

  3. Hey Colin, do you meet up with Couchsurfing members at all? That would be a great way to meet that girl! You don’t need to sleep on someone’s couch at all — there are enough members who’d love to grab a coffee with a stranger.

  4. Hey Colin; Interesting excerpt from ’09. Your timing is rather interesting for myself. It has been years since I did some extended overseas living/traveling, but this winter, while my partner was away on a meditation retreat, I took a break myself and spent six weeks back country/heli skiing while living in a different part of the country. Then just last night I was having dinner with a friend who was daydreaming about taking a year to vagabond around the world to celebrate his 60th B-day, (yup, I’m middle aged now) while having his wife meet up along the way for periods of time. We both commented on missing the ability to spontaneously do stuff without negotiating with a partner, but also wondered if we might get lonely out on the road at this age and stage of life. So thanks for the continuing reminder that there is still a large and interesting world out there to explore.

    Cheers Greg

  5. I often get lonely on my own journey through life.  I’m not traveling the world or anything-just a work-a-holic. 

    I don’t free up enough time for myself and I often worry that I’m becoming too dependent on my laptop for connecting with others.  I do very little even then.

    I have resolved to start giving free seminars at a local fitness/health club and swimming pool-but I still need to hang out more.

    Thanks for opening this up to all of us Colin.  It’s easy to feel like you have to get so much done.  We also have to remember to live.


  6. I like how open you’re being. I remember in a previous post you mentioned the difficulties of writing transparently about the depths of your emotions. From this excerpt, it looks like you’re doing well with it. 

    One book I read that did an excellent job at it was by Sean Aiken in a book called “The One-Week Job Project”. His transparency made the book phenomenal. 

    Looking forward to reading this, Colin.

  7. I heard a quote the other day, “the only regret i have in life is that i dont have someone to say “remember when”

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  9. Definitely enjoyed this wonderful excerpt man! I see so many people relating too.  I have a question for you – what are little things you think you can do to find yourself in that scenario more often -  meeting interesting girls, especially when traveling abroad in a country like Iceland, where you don’t speak the language? With your many travel experiences, any thoughts on what you do that is fun and helps?

  10. Colin, 

    Read May Sarton’s “Journal of a Solitude,” and you may never feel this alienating loneliness again. But, alas, you’ve already differentiated between “being alone” and “being lonely,” so perhaps it won’t be as instructive as for others. Regardless, she’s a wonderful writer, and the book is captivating, especially for someone as reflective and open and curious as yourself.

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