Last night I dreamed I was at some kind of weeks-long outdoor retreat/workshop/conference/adventure with several dozen people. Among the instructions: we will be moving camp every day or two. When the first order to move came, some people started complaining that they had just gotten settled in. I said to the person next to me, “So, the settlers among us are revealing themselves.”
This dream is about me, of course. I’m in this game to travel, to move, to do it easily, with as few complications as I can. For me, “setting up camp” means parking and putting out the step. Maybe a chair if I’m going to be staying a while, and if the weather is good.
I think I understand those who put out rugs and tables and awnings and loungers and grills and lights and flags and tiki torches and hummingbird feeders and… It’s what they like. It makes them happy. It’s just not me.
I have almost no need anymore to feel “settled in.” Not to get too philosophical here, but maybe it’s because these days I feel more settled within myself. Wherever I go, there I am, and I’m home. Maybe? Anyway, it’s working for me.