Thursday, November 23, 2017

You say goodbye, I say hello

My friend Linda commented on a post about moving down the road:
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.”


  1. You have spoken exactly correct and true words for my situation. I have never heard it put better. These last four months have been really dragging on me. I should know better after ten years that I need to roll more often. Thanks for the wake up call.

  2. Interesting photo. Who made it? The solid line detracts, but hey, whoami? I only know what I like.

  3. People worry entirely too much about such things. Most times it is nothing more than being bored or perhaps even fed up with what we were doing and wanting something different or sometimes forced by outside circumstances into leaving where we were.

    There is no escaping, no running towards,

    Attributed to many people because it is a universal truth that is easy to see and understand...... no matter where you go, there you are