Wanderlust

A year or so ago, I did one of those meditations to find out my spirit animal. Mine is bear. Over the years since and looking at the years previous, I realize this is rather true. In winter, I feel like staying home. I'm not a fan of driving too late or after dark.

Then, then comes spring.

In spring, I love going out and about. I love driving places, especially if the music is just right. I mean, if the radio keeps playing good songs, I just want to keep driving past my exit and on to Oklahoma.

Spring is when my wanderlust awakens.

I start wanting to drive more at night to pretty much anywhere, though I'm more inclined towards north (I'm around 30 or 40 miles from the border) or west.

I'm the type who often wants to just run away from things (as opposed to other so called "solutions"). Being an adult has more moments of let down and hard times than we ever imagined as kids. "With great power (or age) comes great responsibility." We all go through things we don't share. In those times, I'm more inclined to just want to run away and start over. It's been like this for ages- at least college.

I've decided that, should I ever finally get to go to massage school, I'd like to eventually get certified in several other states; included but not limited to: Louisiana, New Mexico, Colorado, Oregon, California, Maine, and Michigan. I'd like to take sometime and just go. Do as the song from Legally Blonde: the Musical says, "climb in the car and just drive."

This is how I see it. I'd get one of those camper trucks or a small camper that can attach to my car or current vehicle. It would have a bed and kitchen area, TV and DVD player, loads of books, yarn, and stuff to be crafty, etc. Plus, enough room for at least a massage chair. A couple of weeks after faire is over, I'd say bye to everyone for a summer, and just head out. I'd probably have some semblance of direction. I'd stop at places and do massages. Maybe I'd catch ComiCon. Maybe I'd hit Salem in October. I'd find a few places to dance. Maybe I'd go to Arizona and hit the Renaissance Faire there. I'd just earn my way around the place giving massages.

Yay for wanting to live the life of Jack Kerouac.

But, by fall I'd  be back. I'd spend the winter and spring here and maybe do it again the next year.

There are times these days I do just want to start running and going somewhere. To live a little while somewhere else. But, like Timothy Olyphant said in Broken Hearts Club, "something always keeps me here." There's a birthday or a party or faire. But, someday. Someday I will be a massage therapist and I'll travel somewhere and send lots of picture postcards.

Maybe I'll start a new blog.

Or maybe I'll just extend the great lawn of life. I'll become the modern day Steinbeck or William Least-Heat Moon in their books Travels with Charley and Blue Highways. Those are two of my favourites. The latter still has the drum corps schedules from the summer when I read it.

Until then, here I remain. But, that's alright.

Faire starts next week.