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As our much admired David said in one of my flight posts, "The vagabond thing gets old after a while." Hope I quoted you right, David. Hope I am not "outting" you with the quote, but ya shot the arrow into the bullseye. Sincere apologies if I missed yours.
This morning finds me pacing my motel room like a caged wolf as I try to formulate a meaningful trajectory for the day. I still believe that I am a good candidate for a travel job, but the vagabond thing has, indeed, gotten old. The Austin joys seem to be still escalating and neither my beloved, nor I, are seeing any benefit, what-so-ever in going back to add to the intensity levels. Hubs and I are still communicating on a daily basis. Two mega-nerd computer geeks can sure have fun with that one. . . My hearing issues only seem to be adding to the fun. . . Sure we miss the physical presence, but we sure do learn allot about each other when I am on the road. We've even developed a couple of custom geek tweaks in the process.
Still no clear trajectory, but I've worked with less.
Just an update.
This morning finds me pacing my motel room like a caged wolf as I try to formulate a meaningful trajectory for the day. I still believe that I am a good candidate for a travel job, but the vagabond thing has, indeed, gotten old. The Austin joys seem to be still escalating and neither my beloved, nor I, are seeing any benefit, what-so-ever in going back to add to the intensity levels. Hubs and I are still communicating on a daily basis. Two mega-nerd computer geeks can sure have fun with that one. . . My hearing issues only seem to be adding to the fun. . . Sure we miss the physical presence, but we sure do learn allot about each other when I am on the road. We've even developed a couple of custom geek tweaks in the process.
Still no clear trajectory, but I've worked with less.
Just an update.
Because of my medical (primarily eye) issues, I can't be inside, and can't be outside. Near work (ie, reading, computers, crafts) causes significant pain. The elements (ie, wind, sun, a/c, heat, dust) cause pain.
It doesn't leave much.
Staying in one place, I tend to rot. All I can do is go for walks ... in the same place ... time after time after time.
Travel allows me to do the same thing, but change the scenery.
But ... after four months in Central America, in 2013, I (re-)learned two things:
a) I'm in my 50's. Being in perpetual motion is MUCH harder on my body than it used to be, and
b) Our demons .... travel with us.
And ... yet ... knowing that, and believing that ... I'm still pondering whether or not to take all that I have with me (ie, my backpack), and take off yet again.
In a way, I think this feels like those of us who struggle with the idea of taking prescription meds: hate being on them, hate being off them.
The other problem with the travel is ... eventually ... you tend to go back home.
Home doesn't tend to change just because we took a trip.
You have to hope and pray that the break and the trip ... gave you enough additional bandwidth ... to handle whatever it was you left behind.
I hope it does for you.
I like the saying, "your demons follow you". They do, you can run but you cannot hide, the past catches you when the excitement of the travel that kept you in the present wears off.
Don't get me wrong, I think travel can be very good for the soul, but it is always nice to come back home too.