When I first realized I needed to get moving again, I thought of covering long distances in a concentrated effort to fill the many holes in my travel resume. To be become systematically adrift, to attack the map, in constant motion.
Then I wanted to go somewhere and just hike. And maybe fish a little bit.
Now I want to go somewhere and just be. No work, no school, no house, no yard, no errands, no fill-in-the-blank. You know what I mean.
It strikes me that someone whose plans evolve to such a degree needs a house on wheels.
I think I'll order my trailer tomorrow.