Sunset cruise on the Princess Monterey. It helped, but just enough to get me through the week.
This blog all over the place.
But if you’ve read at least three posts here, you already knew that. Besides, I wouldn’t know how/where to categorize this whole blog, given the limited options provided by Google and Yahoo.
Whatever. Their loss.
Actually, “Whatever” might just be the perfect category.
But I digress. Yet again.
Lately I’ve had this sense of unrest, this sense of needing to GO. Go where, I don’t know, but just to GO. Somewhere, almost anywhere, really.
I have a bad case of wanderlust. This happens to me quite regularly. I do love my wanderlust, it takes me to the most interesting places, on some interesting journeys, and fun adventures.
But it won’t be ignored. Like an intense craving, or more like being pulled towards something. I HAVE to go. I can stave it off for a month or so by spending a day or three at the coast, either Monterey or Santa Barbara. For years that has been enough.
But not anymore. It seems my wanderlust has grown stronger. A trip to the coast only seems to stave it off or a week or two rather than a month or two. Now it calls to me ALL. THE. TIME. Three months ago it was already calling me constantly when I mentioned it in Panic Much? FEAR = F*ck Everything And Run. I still want to get a motorhome, pack in the cat, and all the shit that will fit, and hit the road. I have a list of places I want to see, most qualifying as what I affectionately call Cheezy Americana. And then there are the places like the Grand Canyon, which I have yet to see.
Tumbleweed Tiny House - on wheels!
I don’t own a home, so this would be easy to accomplish. Recently, I saw these…
Tiny Houses from Tumbleweed Tiny House Company
They’re so cute I can’t stand it. I want one! OMG What a way to see the country. They’re beautiful inside and have many mini amenities. Now I can’t decide if I want the charm of the tiny house, or the full functionality of a motor home.
Having lived in fairly large homes, and in really tiny ones, I learned having a massive place in which to live, but no one with whom to share it makes for a hugely empty home. As long as I have my cat, a nice bed, a comfy chair, decent closet, bathroom, and kitchenette space, lots of light, internet, cell phone, TV, and peace and quiet I’m quite happy.
Being mobile with all that would be a huge bonus. And it seems an excellent cure for my wanderlust.