Itchy feet -- rolling stone – gypsy -- vagabond – all of those terms could describe my wanderlust. I love to travel. I love driving down the road just to see what might be around the next bend – what might be the charm of the next little town I go through. I like travel even if I’m not doing the driving. Seeing new things, people and places is a thrill of discovery.
Recently a friend described a trip she was making saying it’s just a few hours drive from home. I was happy for her as she loves trips like this. But in the back of my mind, my hidden gypsy mind said – “only a short trip? That would be over too soon.”
By examining my silly response I knew that for me, travel itself is a goal. The destination is secondary. I love starting out on a journey of several days in my small motor home. Gasoline has severely limited my travels, but I pack in as much enjoyment as possible per mile. This summer I will return to the Mid-West to visit family and friends for a month or so. I’ll take a slightly different route so I can see different things along the way. How many routes are there through Alabama? I’ll let you know.