This morning, things changed.
It is my birthday. My wife gave me two books. They both rekindled my desire for no destination. After a few years of having a destination, an apartment, a regular job, a normal life. It isn’t feeling right. We’ve been looking at RVs again. Pricing vans. Deciding where not to go next.
I’m done with normality.
So we’re doing it again. Simple, small, mobile, no destination living.
Sometimes we lose our way. We get distracted by what we’re expected to do. But the beauty of no destination is that there isn’t a wrong way. As long as you appreciate that there isn’t a place where you can get to. There’s no end. It’s all a journey.
It starts now. Again.