A Traveling Diary

  My arrival in LA was a little chaotic..... I was on my own, traveling to, at that time, an unknown destination, a mystery....Oooooooo 😱 . I wasn't to find out where I was headed until I checked into the ticket agent at LAX...the next day. For many this could be a little disconcerting, and I certainly had conversations with people I met who had mixed comments, some very excited and positive, others forecasting my kidnapping and eventual enslavement to a militant regime.   I realize that my inhabitation limits are different from other folks. I've lived the nomadic life for quite some time and while I still have some navigational errors in my wanderings, quickly rectifiable, my people reading abilities are purrty darned good. Reading body language, tone of voice, listening "between the lines", so to speak, for any nuances or red flags. It's been working for me, so far...... LA.   home to masses, upon  masses of the human race! Let's discuss the magic of this

  Becoming a minimalist was never my intention and there are many differences in this type of lifestyle. In this post I'll tell you my story of how I got into this headspace.    MY STORY: Telling you my entire childhood story is way TMI for my readers. So, let's just get to the part of where my skills of packing and moving along might have begun.....👜 After my parents split, my mom👩, sister👸, I👧moved around... a lot. About every 2  years mom👩 would move to a new town, usually for work or her continuing education. We stayed within Southern Vermont, so all was still very comfortable in location but for my sister and I, our schools changed frequently; not ideal for young growing girls👸👧 but we made do.  Anyway, since we moved so much, there was a constant awareness👀 that we would have to pack and then unpack at some point for a new location, we then went to boarding school, which was an another level of moving around each year; packing and unpacking as we visited our paren

In the days leading up to my final departure, I stayed with my son and his girlfriend in Vermont, spending time with them and seeing old friends. This was a little bitter sweet as I know I'll miss them but my excitement of how my new life would be was the emotional ride I was on. Matt cooked amazing food while I was there, we went out and had good times at local places and had time to just hang out at home, chillin'😎.      Ruthie and Me Matt, Rachel and I Matt and Tallulah-Pei Tallulah-Pei is my Banjolele, my baby, and he will make sure she gets all the love she needs while I am away 💓🪕 I continued to pack, fine tuning, downsizing, managing the weight I was allowed per checked bag; this can be a navigational nightmare if you are too much of a collector of "stuff".  My life in a bag! Thankfully, I still could fit my entire life, all my belongings into the back of my RAV4. I've bragged about this💡 for years, it's been a staple of my existence since about 201

In this post I regal you with on my exodus from the South to North, how it  begins and some knowledge about long distance road travel, at least from my experience. I have traveled, by car, all the cross country routes at least once over my lifetime, and the route South to Florida and back twice, so I might know a thing or two about road trips, at least my way ;) My last night in Florida was in a hotel room just outside St. Augustine, sipping the last of  my box-O-wine.    Ahhhh, Chillax time.  I was elated and emotionally overwhelmed by the time I checked in that night. I had worked a half day that day, my last day, then drove North to Orlando, about 2 hours, where I took my exam, passed! Then traveled further North to St. Augustine, Florida where I finally landed, exhausted, nerves a bit raw but excited, and emotions running high as I recognized I was truly on my way, beginning my adventure. I slept well, rose early, only having about an 8 hour drive that day, half way to Vermont in V