Leaving The Land Of Coconut Cowboys

I’ve referred to SE Asia as the Land of Coconut Cowboys for a long while now.

The term itself is combination of two concepts I’d had long conversations about – Dan Andrews’ description of visiting the Philippines as “the Wild West” and James Schramko’s presentation at last year’s Dynamite Circle conference about the dangers of resting on “Coconut Cash.”

Having lived in SE Asia for just a short three years, I observed two very different types of entrepreneurs relocating their lives and businesses there:

(In reality, this is a cycle that continues much further back into the historical archives than the Westward Expansion of the US in the 1800’s, as I’m sure my irritated European friends will note (while rolling their eyes at the stupidity of Americans, thinking we are the first people to ever realize the concept of geoarbitrage.) I’m sure our Asian friends are doing the same, thinking how foolish Europeans are to believe that they are the only ones who ever fought wars for territory. Brave people exploring a developing world to discover opportunities and innovation are not exactly a novel concept.)

When I arrived in Chiang Mai earlier this year, after four months of bouncing around countries and cities aimlessly, I was adamant that I needed to find a place to settle down for a bit. I needed to focus on my own business, which was beginning to spin out of control with clients no matter how hard I was working to neglect it; I needed a space that I could escape, my introverted personality needs were being drained by the level of extroverted obligations; I needed to surround myself with people that were not just looking for the next vacation spot, but wanted to surround themselves as well to form a community.

I returned home to the States a few months later for my baby sister’s wedding, attend a few conferences and masterminds, and finally be able to have Skype calls with the majority of my clients and peers without having to schedule across a ten-twelve hour time zone difference.

The plan was always that I was going to return my Chiang Mai apartment in October, in time for a conference in Bangkok.

In August, I began to have the sinking feeling I had made a massive mistake. The Land of Coconut Cowboys was no longer calling to me as it had over the past three years. Like Wendy in Peter Pan, half the time I wanted to jump down into the lagoon and play Cowboys and Indians and half the time I wanted to stand on a rock with my hands on my hips and scream back at them “You all need a Mother!”

Throughout September, I procrastinated buying my flight with every excuse I could find. I’d just wait to see if the ticket price went down (I knew it wasn’t going to). Maybe a flight less than twenty-five hours would come up (of course it wasn’t going to). I still had some things I needed to finalize in the States for my business (that easily could have been taken care of with electronic signatures and a few phone calls). I didn’t know what day I wanted to return to Bangkok (so I should wait until I had that plan perfectly figured out).

Finally, one night, I sat with the nauseous reaction to fear in my stomach. The fear that swirls inside your heart and eventually reaches up with its sinewy fingers to trap your head; the fear that you dare not acknowledge but you know is there.

I was putting it all off because I simply did not want to go back.

As I sat at my laptop and filled out my decision-matrix (a spreadsheet I use to assign numeric values to the pros and cons of big life choices so that emotion cannot cloud the outcome) I found myself listing more lifestyle opportunities to the pros and more weight to the impact of the cons.

Even more simply, I was not happy in the Land of Coconut Cowboys.

That’s the thing with location independence.

You don’t have to live someplace that you don’t want to be, if it isn’t where you want to be.