This blog is about to change. A lot.

For the better, I hope. But I can’t make any promises.

I’m almost officially a gypsy. If all goes as planned by this time next week I’ll have no “permanent home”, and few possessions. Before you start to feel sorry for me, know that I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.

Uhh, what did you just say?? You’ve been looking forward to this?

Remember, I’m here because I’m not all there.

For almost two years now I’ve fantasized about getting a motorhome, traveling the country like a gypsy while writing about my adventures. Granted, I often don’t know the difference between a fantasy and a plan. But is there really a difference? Must they be mutually exclusive?

And my dream is about to begin. I bought an RV, and will take possession of it in about a week. I can’t wait! I’m excited, and really hope I can pull this off.

While I do want to see some of the popular monuments and attractions, I really want to see all the goofy, cheezy stuff that makes America so wonderful. Where else in the world can you see The World’s Largest Balls of Twine (there are actually two!) and The World’s Largest Frying Pans? (Ok, Australia does have that monkey with the frozen balls. But we’ve got our share of cool, funny stuff right here in the U.S.)

I naturally, and perhaps naively, assumed I’d have everyone’s support – even if they didn’t agree with my choices. Unfortunately, I don’t have the support of two of my close family members. They are traditional and conservative (completely unlike myself), but that’s not really where the problem lies. One in particular will never approve of my choices unless those choices are very traditional and conservative. This one is very vocal about how ‘I’m not doing anything right’.

Can y’all see me as traditional and conservative?

*laughs*

My. point. exactly.

A couple other close family members are on the fear-fence for me, but are able put aside their personal beliefs and desires and still be supportive of me and my choices. Without calling me names.

My friends, on the other hand, both real-life and bloggy, approve and support me wholeheartedly. And to you all I express my undying love and appreciation. At a time like this, when I’m taking a huge step and a giant leap of faith, your love and support means the world to me.

My recent experience has given me an expanded appreciation for those who’ve taken a road less traveled, followed a dream, and how their friends and/or family may have reacted to their choice.

There are two interpretations of Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken, the popular and the ironic. No matter how Mr. Frost may have meant it, it’s really the individual interpretation that matters, isn’t it? Were I not able to follow this dream, I would always wonder “What if?”. I’m not all that worried about “failing”. It’s a gamble, I get that. But that’s not the point, and it never has been.

If you don’t play, you can’t win. If you don’t take the plunge, you’ll never know how good the water feels. If you let fear dictate every step, you’ll never go anywhere.

For those of you who’ve supported my brave decision without a single unkind word or cautionary statement, who’ve encouraged me to take the plunge and follow my dream, to try it even if I don’t know if I’ll succeed, I dedicate this wonderful adventure to you.

I hope to bring into your hearts and homes the sense of adventure I feel. I hope to excite you and entice you to visit these places for yourself. I hope to bring to you the appreciation I have for the country we live in. And most of all, I hope my example encourages you to take a leap of faith and follow your dream. Maybe it won’t turn out as you planned or hoped, but it just may be even better that you ever imagined.

If I can do this, so can you!

*raises glass* Here’s to the beginning of a wonderful, wild, and brave adventure for us all! I hope you will join me in my travels, even if it’s only vicariously. And I hope to meet many of you on the road!

With much love,

Kernut, the brave and crazy blond