If that is your, or anyone else's for that matter, true goal, I would highly encourage you to tap into your inner wanderlust. It's not all rainbows and unicorns, but it's pretty damn close. And this comes on the heels of what has got to be our most trying challenge of living 3 days with no power or running water amid temps barely above freezing. This week that seems like a distant memory.My first impression? I wanted to chuck it all - hop in my BF's camper and say let's blow this town baby.
Life on the road is pretty amazing. In a few weeks, we will hit the 5 year mark as nomadic gypsies. We have had so many experiences that some times the memories of them all run together. Some evenings when we reminisce of places we've visited the conversation sounds like this. "Where was that place where you had that huge plate of chicken and waffles? I think there was a bowling alley next door to it. The bartender had a unique name like Aurora or Velveeta." Then the conversation goes on about scenic drives or kitschy shops or possibly a farmer's market. Because your stationary life is now replaced with a mobile one. Your memory picks and chooses to recall certain details while the majority of it fades into the deeper recesses of your gray matter. But it only takes a few clues for the details to come rushing back once you tap into the abyss.
Then there is the planning and the subsequent anticipation that comes with it. You look forward to new adventures. In my pre-Vrai days I was more free wheeling. Now we head out with a plan and reservations. Each stop is well thought out based on location and campground amenities. But there are thousands of travelers like us that think nothing of driving out to a national forest and parking under the trees with no amenities, not even cell service. We know this because we've driven by where they choose to live.
I'm just glad we didn't wait before heading out. While I'm not sick, I starting to have those pesky age related health challenges that make life a bit more difficult. Heck I have acquaintances younger than me that have had multiple joints replaced. None of us are getting any younger. I recall 1 campground neighbor that told me when he got home from his current trip that he was putting his rig up for sale. He said his back couldn't take the seat time any longer. A few other travelers lost a spouse in preparation for hitting the road in their golden years.
In my lifetime I've met people that I call fixers. They say things like when I pay off my credit card I'm fixing to start an IRA or when I put on the next rank I'm fixing to take college classes. They never actually do those things. They are just fixing to do them. Life is short. Don't be a fixer. Be a doer.