Do you think if we run fast enough we can run away from ourselves?I replied:
Maybe I’m trying to catch up with myself.When the idea of becoming a nomad started growing in me, I was living in Charlotte, North Carolina and not enjoying it. The South wasn’t right for me. And home ownership was becoming totally wrong for me. I wasn’t living the life I wanted. I wasn’t being me.
My true self was out there somewhere. It had packed its bindle and waved a one-finger goodbye years before, when I wasn’t paying attention.
So I declared retirement, sold that prison masquerading as The American Dream, and took off.
My true self was sitting by the side of a blue highway, waiting for me. He opened the side door of the Rolling Steel Tent and jumped in before I could come to a complete stop.
“What took you so long?” he asked. “Let’s go.”