What I love more than anything ...
Is escaping ...
I have moved, on my own, with my spouse, with my family once every two years of my existence — on average. That’s 31 different domiciles in 62 years.
Today I loaded up about 1/4 of a 26-foot Penske and never felt happier.
I am leaving it all behind and going somewhere new.
Our target is Northfield MN. I am depositing 26 feet of 9-feet tall space of furniture and household goods there in a few days … entirely of my own volition.
I just want out.
But I want to bring everyone with me.
It is sick and weird and ultra-American. This will be my 8th state (WI, MA, MD, VA, RI, IN, OH, MN) and. my wife’s tenth (add in NY and GA) and we keep telling ourselves we’re going to quit this weird trajectory.
And yet, as soon as we move somewhere, we begin plotting our departure.
Minnesota may well be the end of the line — or not.
I wish I understood this wanderlust but I do not — even as I love packing our entire existence into this truck (well, roughly half of it).
I don’t offer any answer here — just self-realization.
When we first met Vonne Mei our adopted Chinese daughter, the orphanage director gave us this one sentence OS kernel code: “With this one, always the new.”
I laughed out loud at the statement. I thought to myself, she will fit in perfectly.
That young woman, now grown up, will spend her last semester at U Wisconsin in Florence Italy.
Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
We would love to have you join us in Oregon.
Hope it went well. Again. I have never lived anywhere more than 36 months (both in England) in my life. I owned the first house I bought out of the Navy longer, but resided there less than a third of the time I owned it. When I was a contemporary of yours in Newport, I lived in 3 diferent houses. The nomad life is all I have ever known. Two years for tax purposes, then off we go.