Sitting in Marco Polo, the coffee lounge on the ground floor of the building I used to call home. It’s fitting somehow…Marco Polo was an explorer, and looking ahead, I feel a certain kinship with him. Beyond the urge to travel, we have nothing in common of course. Imagine what the early explorers could have done if they’d had internet…keeping tabs on the castle via Alexa, setting up online banking to make sure the rent on the catacombs was collected on time…Speaking of internet, I’ve been a week without it. I am every bit as hooked and dependent as any 20-something. I’m developing a nervous tick as I think about all the crap I missed this week.
Another chapter comes to an end.
So…moving….not a gift. Despite my best efforts, I still own way too much stuff. And the fact that I’m heading out for an undetermined period of travel doesn’t seem to have deterred me from wanting more. I was looking at a linen dress in Winners a few days ago…after all, I only have five…and only two blue ones…I can justify anything. And no, I didn’t buy it. But I really wanted it.
Not much left to do. After experiencing total mental exhaustion worrying about how to prepare the car for storage, I’ve decided to take it for a long drive, wash it and park it. This Golf is such a diva. I never worried about leaving the Echo for any period of time, and it never let me down. This computerized puff ball has all kinds of wants and needs in comparison, but I’m practicing tough love.
Four days…
I’m as excited for you as if I was going myself. Can’t wait to follow your travels. Such as inspiring adventurer! đŸ™„
Hilarious..you rock bud..so looking forward to your posts..safe and wonderful travels my friend!!!