Why do people travel?
Judy and I have been getting ready for this trip for about ten years now, and in that time I don't think I've spent more then 10 minutes wondering why. Now that it's happening I spend an occasional minute or two on the subject.
We've been on the move for over two months, and while our pace is glacial, we are in a new place every couple of days. Don't know anybody, don't know where the grocery store, liquor store, laundry or good restaurants are. Don't know the buses or the bars, and I've found myself kind of missing family, friends and home.
So except in cases of necessity why do it?
I don't know. Got a hypothesis that might be true for me:
I've got a full dose of the old hunter/gatherer nomad genes and love giving in to them, kind of like a retriever does while chasing a stupid stick. It doesn't have to make sense.
I do know that we're having fun, but I for one am, looking forward to settling in somewhere for a month or so to finish projects and just get into a bit of a routine. And find a good bar.