We’re setting sail!
After more than three decades as a professional traveler with a supportive and nearly as peripatetic husband, I’m finally getting the chance to satiate my dromomania (a.k.a. traveling fugue, an uncontrollable impulse to wander).
We’ve sold our house in Virginia and purged, peddled or loaned any belongings that don’t fit the trunk and backseat of our aging sedan – which, at the moment, looks like a stand-in for the Joads’ truck in The Grapes of Wrath or the Clampetts’ in The Beverly Hillbillies, depending on your cultural frame of reference. After a detour to visit friends in Charleston, we’re heading south to establish a beachhead in Florida and ponder the nuances between nomad, vagabond and gypsy.
And then….who knows? To borrow another sailing metaphor: “You can’t control the direction of the wind, but you can always adjust your sails.”
The key: Keep moving!