After the lovely weekend that I told you about yesterday, I was driving home on Monday afternoon and I caught sight of a sign pointing towards a completely different highway. This one was headed in a north-west direction and something about it appealed to me. As I stopped for lunch, I could not stop thinking about what adventures might be waiting for me along this different route. As I got back into my car and headed onto the road again, I came very very close to taking the adventurous exit and never going back home. After all, what did I have to lose? My cat was sitting in the back seat watching me, I had enough clothes and food in the car to last me a few days and enough money in my bank account that I could live for a while without trouble.
There is a confession I have to make. I have a gypsy’s heart.
I’m moody, I love to wander. If I can, I’ll spend the rest of my life traversing the globe, with bare feet, loose and tangled hair, and singing the entire time. And even if I don’t literally become a “real” gypsy, I will always live my life as if I were. Because what other way to live is there?
As a child and teenager, I often filled a backpack with snacks and water, hopped on my bike, or sometimes on my horse, and wandered off for the day. I lived for those days, those moments when I felt like I was part of the world and nothing could stand against me.
Dancing, music, flowers, laughter, joy, sincerity, beauty, and love are just a few of the things that should dominate our lives. If not in that way, then how are you going to live your life to the full?
If I ever disappear for good, you’ll know that I’ve run away and become a true wanderer.