Lol, I keep catching Joe snapping pics but each time I have been in the kitchen. I said “why all of a sudden are you taking photo’s of me in the kitchen?” He says “You mentioned that I never take photo’s, so I am taking them.” I say “But…of me just in the kitchen? I have been dressed up, out and about towns and travel, on the boats and docks, on the beach, in gardens, wearing nice clothes even, reading outside, whatever…but each time you take one I happen to be in the kitchen.” lol This guy…he tries.
This month marks three years of partnership living together and two years of full-time traveling together. We do love Galveston…but we see what it doesn’t offer for us particularly in some things we both truly want, so we continue to travel. We aren’t ready to settle down yet, even as we explore cities and towns and places with “Would I live here?” In mind. Currently we aren’t finished traveling…we are seeking our boat project for the next step (CUBA!, ok, and other islands and more, but I am most excited for Cuba), we do explore that parts and ports of America we also wish to spend most of our here-time in when that comes. So, from road to boat…we just aren’t ready yet. Now with the jeep rather than the jag, life has gotten even easier to jump in with pets and all and just road trip it, leaving the RV to be returned to, staying at AirBnB’s, camping, hotels….ok, I lie on the camping, though now that the weather is cooler we just might. We can cover a lot more miles and a lot more smaller roads and a lot more mountian are’as and a lot of off-road and so much exploration in the jeep on it’s own. And…we can pull over for coffee anytime without finding a location big enough to pull in with and park 40×8 feet with a height of 13.5 of massiveness. Believe me…once you drive such a beast you learn how uneasy it can be and how many obstacales can pop up. Even in towns, such as New England, where the RV parks are very far from the in-town places we wish to explore….and Joe and I aren’t a park it in the woods and chill type of RV’er…we truly enjoy exploring and traveling and we love cities and towns. So the jeep gives us much freedom. With the RV giving us a good base of freedom.
But in each city we always ask each other if it “ticks our boxes”. Recently I realized that I truly enjoy Fairhope…but felt that the town was very stepford wives, baby carriages cost the same as our jag, and too much…white. In the town at least. And for an artistic town, built FOR that, wtfuck was the art? And that while it offered a seaside life, I realised that I needed an added surfing lifestyle on my box list. Though the young of Fairhope do fish a bit, in other southern gulf towns I have truly wondered “What do the young people even do?” and that the surfing towns do offer a different “feel” that I call home.
We truly feel that New Orleans calls to us a lot…but as a part time home base, not full time. For our boat/water/surf/fishing boxes on the list..it just doesn’t. But we both do have plans for more there…talk about art and diversity!
I haven’t gotten him out to the West Coast yet…and this PA gun loving guy is still weary of it altogether, but I have already turned him quite a bit from long distance showing him things that I love love love about California. We shall see. Honestly…why did I ever leave? It offers EVERYTHING. But even with many trips back since I moved away, will I feel the same call of home it was for me when I go back? The first dip of toes in the pacific I was just shy of twenty. Sooner than later I will be forty. Time changes a person…and her desires. And her home. Even then, though, I know that I often missed the rain and the storms of Texas and the South.
I don’t know. Weirdly…I have always been anti-snow living but maybe it is my not having to get out on a job trip each day in it life of writing that makes me sort of crave it. Our freedom now? It offers a monthly cabin in the woods or a seaside home rentals with a large fireplace in which to write…love…then leave it with great memories warm in my heart.
Our big box is often community. We both feel we lacked that….one we both once had and for many reasons had changed, lost, moved away, scattered, and just…wasn’t anymore, back on the island, but eventually, that is a big box we want. Traveling can make many friends but also be very solitary. But we both well know the feeling of solitude when in the middle of the crowd we know each name of. I will say, in the boat works we have had happening, our community has been growing..and that is also the community which speaks greatly to us.
Now…when we aren’t “happy” in one spot, or bored, or just, as I often say “Finished here, if for now, and ready to move to the next”…we can move. And we love to explore and that calls heavily to us both. I have always been a bit of a mover…
My first husband loved me for my “Free spirit” but then…that was why he hated me, too.
Right when we met, Joe sent me the poem or piece by Thomas Jefferson I believe it was, titled something like Curse of the Traveler.
It was about the travel curse he knew about…but also knew he must be a traveler and he always has been, too.
Surprisingly, we have traveled a lot…and not much at all. This is a big country, there is a lot to see. And we aren’t out for the big seven or the tourist attraction. And along the way we mosey, we sip, we stop, we enjoy, we soak in a place. And my writing has us going to certain places and staying a spell…sometimes sticking around except on “vacation” every four weeks for two where we will jump in the jeep and go go go a bit outside of that spot. We have walked every boat dock through the southern tip of Texas to the tip of the Keyes of Florida and then again up the East Coast, too. We have hiked hills and through woods and eaten our way pretty well through half of the American states thus far. But all the time I sit and find “The next place” we shall head to. Sometimes I seek it. Sometimes it comes to me. And we have many plans for the rest of this country…but so many for outside of it, too. Two years in and I don’t completely see a settling end to it in sight just yet.
Hopefully Joe will grab a photo of me NOT only in the kitchen.