Cold Feet

Heading on a camping trip today. I love the idea of it and regularly crave travel. But, sometimes, when it actually comes down to it, I lose steam. The reality of not being in my own bed and not having my regular daily routine just doesn't sound as awesome the day before we go. Then there's the packing. A car and cartop carrier full of stuff for four people. Clothes are the least of my concern. Diapers, blankets, pillows, towels, snacks, meals, toys, bikes, car trip entertainment and organization.....Then there's the clean up afterward to look forward to.

I know, I sound like Debbie Downer. I always have a great time when we go, but I think I must have to go through travel cold feet first.

No Place Like Home

I really love this place.

I just got back from the Sierras and Reno, traveling through Sacremento, Truckee, & c. The trip was awesome. Beautiful places, amazing snow, wonderful friends. But I gotta tell ya -  there's no place like home.

When I got up early the morning after we got back, I was so damn elated to look out over the ocean. I was all "Awe, my friend! I really missed you!"

I am a vagabond at heart. Traveling is in my soul. Moving every year or so is a habit I have yet to break. Now, though, I get the feeling that I will be here a while. Maybe a long while. I can hardly speak the word, but maybe...permanently.