This is Day 10 since the transition from daily work life outside the home to daily work life inside the home. We've been packing and packing and cleaning and organizing until our heads virtually explode. I have become a professional storage unit filler-upper. Yes, I think that is a reasonable professional title and no, probably not much money in it. We spent yesterday continuing the process of organizing food for the next sixty days. It's nothing more than a logistical nightmare as we shut down all of our resources here in Olympia, we are simultaneously scrambling to do our final prep work for a trip that will continue for a year. A year do you believe it. It's hard for me at times. Hopefully I've chosen the right pairs of underwear.
Each day has been comical and dreamy
. This of course contrasted with the need to be focused and effective at finishing tasks makes for some pretty funny moments as well as plenty of frustrating and trying times as well. It is amazing how stressful the last moments before a trip become. Thankfully Misty and I seem to be holding up, a little ragged though. We are in the home stretch of packing. In the end we always have to remember, once we are on the road, we have what we have and there is nothing we can't live without (of course we still need: oxygen, food and love, successful bowel movements, not necessarily in that order).
It is interesting to hear people wish me well on the trip. Some refer to it as vacation, a sabbatical, international travel, fun, A year without work, a trip, and all that. I love it that because I have made this choice I get to hear everyone's idea on what they think I am doing. It has caused me to ask myself that very question.
What am I doing?
I don't know if I have a real direct answer to that question. I'm not sure I've ever had a direct answer. I've spent some time thinking about what this choice at this point in my life means. I can't really call this a coming of age adventure anymore
. I'm beyond that I think, plus I took about four of those already. I've considered the thought of midlife crisis, but I don't feel a crisis, I'm not feeling the end of my life coming any more than any other time in my life. I guess the best answer I can give to that question is plain. I am a traveler. I started my personal travels at an early age on my bike before the age of ten in a little town. I didn't feel intense boundaries other than the distance my legs could carry me each of those summer days. And at the age of 19, I loaded up my little Toyota Tercel in Kalamazoo, MI and headed west. I remember how scared I was as I started that trip. I felt, well, like such a kid wanting desperately to understand the world a little better. Since then I've learned to be a little more comfortable in my skin. And later I dropped the automobiles and started walking. walking a couple thousand miles at a time. That is where I met up with freedom. During this trip we will use a variety of transportation. we will hike long distances, a cross USA roadtrip, airplanes, busses, trams, trollies, boats and more I'm sure. I'm excited to spend the next year exploring. There is so much to explore. I look forward to spending time exploring myself and focusing some time on writing creatively, Misty and I will get all the time we want to explore each other and explore a few spots on the planet together. What happens next will surely be a treat. I'm open, and ready for the possibilities....
Thanks for taking some time to read this post. I'm thinking "What am I doing?" will become a bit of a theme over the next year. So if It seems I didn't really finish answering the question, that is true.
Peace for Everyone.