Still clueless.

It was a day unlike many others. I started with coffee at anon profit cafe staffed by disabled, followed by dropping my clothes at a laundromat where the woman gestured directions, continued to get my hair cut and beard trimmed by a genial man from Ghana and later showered in the bathroom at the hostel my friend is staying at. Is this what going home feels like? I’ve booked my flights, secured a buyer for my van, and I look respectable enough to sell a house and assume my old clothing. That thought, stops me in my tracks.


A journey that has led me always into the unknown will continue to do so. “What in the hell am I going to do when I go home..” I find myself asking. I have this conversation with myself almost daily. The answer? I just don't know. You would think that this time away would have led me to figure out what I want to do with my life, but truth me told it made me realize that no knowing is better. Having rekindled my love for reading many authors have confirmed my thoughts. “The meaning of life is always changing, but it never ceases to be” writes Viktor Frankyl in Man’s search for Meaning. Ain't that the truth.


So far I know I’ll be in Vegas for Mr. Brandon Lake’s wedding in November, then in San Diego from then until new years to spend time with Summer, Justin, my niece and soon to be born niece/nephew. The time away made me realize I just want to spend some quality time with my family, and enjoy being young and healthy. What I’ve witnessed and experienced has changed my life forever. My “needs” are small and I realize that I don’t need 'things' in order to give me happiness. Instead of watches and clothes; genuine people and shared time give me fulfillment. If fulfillment could pay my bills, I'd be set. Such is not the case. 


For now, I’ll continue to take each day as it comes. Sell some houses if it comes about, visit family in other states and who knows by January I may have bought or built another van in order to travel the US and Canada. Maybe not. In the mean time, I’m thankful you guys have kept up with me to this point I do have some travel tales to come about my recent visit to Auschwitz, Prague, and lord knows there are stories from Oktoberfest. Any of you folks in Vegas I’d love to meet up while I’m home, and people elsewhere, all you need is a couch and I’m there :) 


Thank you guys for allowing me to bore you with my words as you inspire me with your feedback. Cheers to chasing dreams, the unknown, and Oreos.

Stay Wild,