Freedom's Just Another Word...

Beginning a new chapter, on the road.

We sold my house today. We are officially homeless- drifters, aimless wanderers, vagabondians (damn, I thought I had just made up a new word, but to my dismay, and a quick Google search, I am indefensibly unoriginal). As I backed out of my driveway and waved goodbye to my home, I felt a sudden, long-forgotten recognition of weightlessness, as if I was a balloon being filled with helium. This was certainly an a-ha moment for me.

I traveled extensively when I was younger, and while most of the time I did so alone, I wasn't lonely and was mostly downright happy. I met scores of fascinating people, a few seriously unusual characters, and had so many intriguing experiences and saw such unique places, it became food for my wanderlust soul. I think growing up and becoming responsible is probably the right course for most, I realized in that a-ha moment, it was all wrong for me. I don't regret, for the most part, the time I spent being an adult, but I do regret the times I should have taken that vacation and didn’t, or the times I gave up things in my life for someone else.

I’m not normal. I’ve been told that more than a few times in my life, but now I know it to be true and I’m at peace with it. In fact, I’m elated to know for certain that nothing is certain- and now I get to experience that with my love, John. Live, people, before your time is up. I finally remember what it means to be alive and I intend to make the rest of my trips around the sun worthwhile. I hope you’ll join me and John on this journey.