Bridging east and west
June 4, 2013
In several conversations with campers this past week I mentioned that I have family on both coasts. Lots of people respond with the same story—met here, got married there, moved there, had children there, now going back and forth from one place to the next all year long. “And we love it!” Traveling is an addiction, especially when you have all the comforts of home with you.
Of course, wherever I am, I miss whoever is not there with me. And sometimes I even get homesick, though I’m not sure what that means any more. I feel certain that I am in a learning phase, or a growth spurt, or perhaps a midlife transition? Pulling up roots and moving from place to place has the effect of making you feel dizzy and discombobulated. Yet, when I wake up in the morning and take the dogs for their first walk of the day, I feel as grounded as I ever have. I feel like I belong, wherever I happen to be.
At home in the desert?
It occurs to me that I am on the verge of committing to this gypsy life simply because I love the adventure, and because I want to be with ALL of my loved ones. Although I would love to have a little cottage somewhere near a flat beach, something inside of me knows that I need to travel, both for the adventure and for the education it provides. Part of me is glad that my daughters are still in California and my family will most likely always be in Virginia, because it gives me a reason to keep on traveling.
So, Atlantic or Pacific? Well, after all, there is no real boundary in the ocean, just land in between.
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