Finally, after months of frustrating delay, and massive car-life education and preparation, Tuesday's departure day is nearly here.
Funny, how all those many weeks draaaaaaaaggged. Until the last five days. Then suddenly, it seems three more days isn't enough time, even though there's only a few fairly simple things to accomplish on each day's checklist. Suddenly, I don't know if I'm really, really, ready to say goodbye, probably forever, to friends in this park, and head out on the road again, alone again.
I don't know why I'm suddenly... reluctant. I've brutally torn up roots many times, packing up the car and driving cross-country to start a new life alone in a new state 5-6 times in the last 30 years. Maybe because this time I'm 30 years older; expectations of a bright future ahead have waned, heh.
And too, before, I've always sold everything before leaving, leaving behind an empty apartment or house. But the snowbird buyers who bought the house also bought the contents, because they love everything I've done. It just feels so dang weird to leave EVERYthing behind in this house, to think of them sleeping on my sheets, watching my TV, looking at my wall pictures, using my pots and pans and dishes, using my tools and weeding my gardens. It feels as though I'm leaving behind a shrine to myself, LOL!!
.... and maybe it's because, this time there's no goal I'm driving to, no starting all over in another state... just staying on the road, wandering, wandering wandering. I'm totally NOT a fearful person, but that last bit, that's radically new for me, that's all. :-/
Oh well, everything will feel different on Tuesday, I'm sure!
Funny, how all those many weeks draaaaaaaaggged. Until the last five days. Then suddenly, it seems three more days isn't enough time, even though there's only a few fairly simple things to accomplish on each day's checklist. Suddenly, I don't know if I'm really, really, ready to say goodbye, probably forever, to friends in this park, and head out on the road again, alone again.
I don't know why I'm suddenly... reluctant. I've brutally torn up roots many times, packing up the car and driving cross-country to start a new life alone in a new state 5-6 times in the last 30 years. Maybe because this time I'm 30 years older; expectations of a bright future ahead have waned, heh.
And too, before, I've always sold everything before leaving, leaving behind an empty apartment or house. But the snowbird buyers who bought the house also bought the contents, because they love everything I've done. It just feels so dang weird to leave EVERYthing behind in this house, to think of them sleeping on my sheets, watching my TV, looking at my wall pictures, using my pots and pans and dishes, using my tools and weeding my gardens. It feels as though I'm leaving behind a shrine to myself, LOL!!
.... and maybe it's because, this time there's no goal I'm driving to, no starting all over in another state... just staying on the road, wandering, wandering wandering. I'm totally NOT a fearful person, but that last bit, that's radically new for me, that's all. :-/
Oh well, everything will feel different on Tuesday, I'm sure!