Where liberty is squandered regret becomes an unfulfilling four course meal. ©SistaSistaSister
This past week became a week of procrastination, and indecisiveness. To sale, to trash or to give-away. Attempting to organize for a sale or give-away, creates more clutter and more work. The thought of rearranging and shifting things from room to room, just to set up a display for sale or give-away is a daunting endeavor. It adds a dimension of procrastination and mental fatigue, when all one desires is to dispose of what is and hit the road.
Truthfully, I have no desire to sale anything, merely a desire to dump all that no longer servers me, make a beeline to the Jeep, turn the ignition and hit the road. Each day the sun beckons me, the road summons my desire for freedom and adventure tugs at my heart strings. Therefore, logic has to remind me daily of the limitations of adventure when one lacks the financial ability to purchase gas for the gas tank.
Nonetheless, the desire to dump everything and reclaim my freedom and adventure is strong, it trumps logic and strategy, it trumps preparation and security, it trumps patience and reminiscence. All I want to do is go, enjoying this summer sun every mile of the way.
However, I must consider lodging and organization inside the jeep; what possessions to keep, what possessions must I store, should I store, should I dump, should I sale, where to sale. How much time will all this take, and will I make my August date. OMG!!! I just want it all to disappear, freeing me to roam.
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