It’s been a long time since I traveled, and lived out of a car or a backpack. I used to live in a small caravan (mobile trailer) and then a series of tiny cabins, but in the last 5 years I’ve lived in a 1200 sq ft. house. So it’s hard to learn to live out of a backpack again. I keep losing things because I don’t have my system down yet. I’m constantly looking for cords, keys, phone and other items that I’ve stuffed in a pocket somewhere. It gives me new appreciation for the saying “A place for everything and everything in its place.”
I’m on vacation. This is a rare-to-never event for me, but a dear friend is getting married in the mountains of North Carolina, so I flew back to spend some time roaming around the mountains, like I used to.
I may be a born and raised California girl, and it’s where I now make my home, but I spent 22 years in the South, between Columbia, SC, middle Georgia, and Asheville, NC. In those years I did an incredible amount of driving, all over, for various reasons, down back roads and highways.
I thought when I came back here for a visit this time that I would repeat some of that, driving down my favorite scenic routes, seeing some of the tiny little towns I once called home, but I realized in planning this trip, not only how much I’ve grown, but what I was doing on all of those drives. I was looking for home, I was processing the world as it hit me, wave after wave. Continue reading “Travel Journal Day 1”