My heart beats like that of a much younger woman, who feels like she can go on forever and nothing is impossible. She holds the dream of traveling like a gypsy in her wagon, stopping for a night or a week or several months, evenings around a campfire, and an endless supply of roads and lanes to travel this beautiful land. But every now and then she gets hit with a dose of reality!
Today I had lunch with Susan after which we drove to an RV sales lot to look at some she might be interested in. I fell in love all over again - even sitting in a Class A felt good to me, and I could imagine myself living in one. They had some very affordable used RV's, including an extremely affordable 1991 diesel pusher which I forget the name of. The caveat is that I could live and travel in one if I had a partner, so that means I won't be doing it. But for about an hour my mind raced with possibilities and fantasies.
I took a few more items to storage this morning but forgot to leave my toolbox. I doubt I'll be needing it, although I may take a hammer and a couple of screwdrivers out of it and put them in the glove compartment. During the times I am thinking realistically, I see more and more items that will just be baggage and won't ever get used. It's akin to selling a stix and brix and then coming face to face with space limitations of a new and different lifestyle, and having to make choices. At least this is a temporary thing.