Is It Wanderlust Or Wanderlove?

truck stop

So, we drove across the country from the Pacific Ocean to Southwest Florida, Len and I, without killing each other.  We should get something for that.  Especially me.

We got lucky with the weather, dodging severe rain and flooding, tornados, and heat waves.  The only snag, and it was a big one, was outside Tucson where a huge dust storm made us detour in the opposite direction for about 100 miles.

The route we took was the southernmost, supplied by Interstate 10; through Phoenix, Tucson, El Paso, San Antonio, Houston, Baton Rouge, Tallahassee, and finally turning south to Naples, Florida.  The whole trek took 7 days.

Almost everyone I know asked me the same questions, “Why in the world are you moving?”  Which was followed up with, “Why are you moving to Florida, of all places?”  Which was followed by, “Who does that?”  Or, “At your age?” Or, “Are you crazy?”

So, as a public service, I’ll offer you a rare and diabolically gooey glimpse into my brain in an effort to quench your thirst for the answers to these burning questions.

For 37 years I’ve wanted to live somewhere else.  The truth is, when someone would mention the word “paradise” while describing the central coast of California, I too, would shake my head as if to agree but deep inside, I didn’t feel it.  Let me just say quickly that the Central Coast is loaded with natural beauty, as is much of California.  There’s no place on Earth like it.  But what I’ve longed for is change.  The kind that brings newness to everything.  The kind that’s packed with excitement and fear at the same time.

I’ve traveled extensively and the way I see it, there are many places that I could live and be happy.  When our house on country property sold unexpectedly (you might say, accidentally) Len and I were presented with a rare opportunity to seize life on an E-ticket ride or maintain life on Mr. Toad’s predictable ride.

So, we sold almost everything we owned and loaded up the car and moved to a part of the country that had been calling to us.  A place that’s brand, spankin’ new.  At least to us.  Remember when we were young and we’d close our eyes, decide to do something and then do it without overthinking it?  Ok, some of those things turned out crappy but what about the stuff that turned out so good that you still can’t believe it happened to you?

 That’s what I’m looking forward to.

View of the Gulf

Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.  —Gilda Radner

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  1. Good for you!

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