Hitting the road to motorcycle across the country sounds like so much fun, and I'm sure the journey will have a it's high points. We leave for our next Road Pickle shortly, but the labor involved to get things sold, packed, sorted, stacked and stored is exhausting. The bad news is, I've barely started and I'm mentally exhausted already.
"Do I want this? Do I need this? When will I use this again? When was the last time I used this? Why have I kept this so long? Why did I buy this? Will the person who gave it to me know if I got rid of it?"
The questions are repeated for every item considered.
my friend Thomas, who died in 1997; all of this stuffed in a few boxes, stacked in a nice, neat formation at the end of my one-car garage. A box with marketing materials, a box with extra motorcycle gear, a few boxes of my fine china, real silver, china tea cups and saucers, depression glass. . . all stuffed and stacked accordingly.
Will I ever use these things? Will I ever want all of this stuff out and surrounding me, as I once had?
I've always dreamed of a little cottage, with a chaise lounge, decorated with all of my shabby chic items, pillows, ruffles, lace and china all around. A little place where I could open up two French doors and let the air in, breathe in the sunshine and write to my heart's content. A stable life with all the comforts of home.
For now, I'm aching for the open road. Long rides, breathtaking vistas, foreign laughter, new places, new faces, foods I've yet to try, stories I've never heard, endless horizons to be explored. Every place I go is new within that day. Not new for me, but a new day for each person who is there. A new day with endless possibilities! Anything can happen. That's what I yearn for. Uncertainty. Change. Growth. Spontaneity. Discomfort.
Motorcycling fills me with thrills, excitement, change and discomfort. Exactly what I'm looking for.
We leave San Diego June 14, 2014. Just 10 days from now. Once everything is sold, packed and stored, I'll be free to embrace the discomfort of change.