The wanderlust just hit me HARD.
I had been feeling kind of ambivalent about vagabonding this
summer. I feel like I’ve hit all the big places I wanted to see out west and
wasn’t really excited to go anywhere. But I started looking at maps yesterday,
and maps get me all excited. All of a sudden, I want to go everywhere and see
everything.
I want to sit with my feet in a river on a hot day with a
cold drink and a trashy romance novel.
I want to watch sunsets, and come back to camp with no
agenda beyond writing a few postcards.
And I want to watch Fuller House. (I only pay for Netflix
over the summer in case I need some entertainment on the road.)
I can’t decide exactly where I want to go. After I drop off
my stuff in Utah, I might do a little backpacking in southern Utah. Then I'll head
across New Mexico and collect some stamps and finally see Chaco Canyon. Then I’ll
grab those stamps in the Texas panhandle and head across Kansas and Missouri
and visit all of those national historic sites, then pause for a week or so in
Chicago. And then I’ll be off again, probably to the U.P. to track down just a
few of the 200 waterfalls up there. Or maybe I’ll go to Maine. I mean, why not?
(Besides the fact that I’m broke and my car has a ton of miles on it.) But all
of a sudden, I’m obsessed with going to Maine. It’s only a 19 hour
drive from Chicago, and there are a bunch of stamps I could get on the way.
I have very conflicted feelings however, because the
arrival of summer vacation means leaving Phoenix permanently. It’s the right
thing to do, but it won’t be easy. Not to mention that I will be homeless this
summer. I’ve done it before, and it is kind of weird knowing that you can’t
just pack up and go home anytime you want because you don’t actually have a
home. But I’ll do my best to just embrace this time, because someday I’ll have
a house and kids and I’ll probably wish I could go back to the time I had
nothing but my Sub and the open road.
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