One surprising development in this semi-nomadic life of mine is realizing how much work there is to do when I'm home (a total of 5 months in the past 12).
It makes sense. After all, when you pack a year's worth of to-do lists into 4-5 months, time contracts. In other words, you are busy. That possibility never occurred to me until it happened.
|Crap! It's almost time to leave again!|
When I’m on the road, there is little I have to do aside from routine chores like filling and dumping tanks and re-provisioning. Occasionally I’ll need to wash the GDB, maybe air up the tires, or get a propane refill.
But mostly ... it's a lot of this.
On a typical non-travel day, I get up, make breakfast, check in with my students, work the crossword, and then set out for adventure – maybe hiking, shopping, sightseeing, or researching a new burger joint.
Then it’s time for Happy Hour, a call home, then dinner. I spend the evenings completing classroom work, blogging, and reading.
But when I’m home, it’s wall-to-wall busy. For example, this week, I had 3 appointments and we also traded cars.
And then there is child-care.
|"What have you done for me lately?"|
It’s a completely schizophrenic way to live.
And I wouldn’t trade it for anything!
BTW, we are no longer a 2-convertible family. Here’s the new conveyance - an exceedingly practical RAV4.