What can we say? Not only is Plan C a long ago dream, by now I think we might be on about Plan H or J! What has delayed us you ask? Breakdowns and Beaches to be sure.
Plan C
As they always say, beware of the best laid plans! Heading south, with a campsite in our sights, we instead ended up on plan C.
A Trail of Tears
Well, it’s official. We are ON THE ROAD! But, not without a lot of tears being shed! The last couple of weeks have been hard. Incredibly hard. Far harder than we had ever imagined. Even though we have left our lives before for long term travel, we had no concept how incredibly difficult it is to truly divest yourself of everything! Two weeks of nonstop donations and Craiglist nonesense, coupled with the goodbyes to beloved friends and family had us driving away in a trail of tears.
We are the People Our Parents Warned us About
It is official. I have ended a nearly two-decade employment and am beginning an entirely new reality. This reality feels a bit surreal for me. This time feels different. It feels permanent.
Time for a New Reality
It’s December. Another year has almost expired on this ride around the sun. It’s been an impossible four months since we moved out of our house. It feels like just yesterday, and yet also like forever ago. The reality is… our time here is short.
Caught in Creativeless-ness
Don’t say it, I am aware creativeless-ness is not a word. However, it somehow adequately describes my current state of being. This last push towards hitting the road has become challenging, to say the least. I know I should be sharing with our faithful readers the continuing improvements to the truck and camper, to amuse with tales of yet another crazy craigslist shopper as we disperse of our material possessions, to let you in on a little slice of life in disarray.
Someday I will…..
I adore Jimmy Buffet. While not quite as obsessed as many of his parrot head tribe, following him around the world on tour dates, I have been an avid fan for many a year. In fact, our truck-campers name of Tequila is based on our personal theme song, Margaritaville. For myself, and I would presume the majority of Jimmy’s fans, I find great wisdom in the lyrics of his song.
I see a white sail
skipping cross a blue bay
and I say Someday I Will
I see a young man
strumming on a green guitar
and I say Someday I Will
The Beginning of the End
Or, perhaps more accurately, the ending of the preparation towards a new beginning? Time keeps slipping away from me as we continue to wrap up our life here at home.
A Battle of Wills
I held tight to her collar, repeating “drop it” over and over while every minute or two Porter chose to start barking, giving his opinion of Aspen’s hold on HIS squeaky toy. Channeling my inner dog whisperer I didn’t pull on the toy itself, instead merely holding her in place by her collar, all while striving for patience.
Finding Balance
Lately we feel we have reached middle ground. With the house sold, we are no longer home owners, and yet we are also not yet on the road. We reside here in the middle, in a place in between roots and wings. Our situation reveals that for all of the things we miss, there is another set of things we appreciate in this interim time, even as we anticipate hitting the road soon. Perhaps the perfect analogy for how life will be on the road; a juxtaposition of the things we leave behind and the things we gain from the leaving.
