Do I really have nothing to say?

Six or so years ago I started a blog thinking that people might be interested in my journey. It was an interesting one. Not a lot of people actually leave their comfort zone, sell everything they own, buy a sailboat and live aimlessly traveling the eastern seaboard for 4 years.

After a few blogs I realized that I may not be so terribly interesting after all. My thought was that a blog was supposed to be for other people to enjoy. I stopped my introspections thinking I didn’t need them if no one else cared. I think after this long hiatus that my thought process was wrong. A blog is really supposed to be for me. If other people enjoy or relate to it that is all the better. So I am going to forge ahead with musings that strike my fancy. I hope, every so often, you enjoy my pondering things you couldn’t care less about.

We’re off to see the Wizard!

I thought I would ask the Wizard for Brains, but what I really need is a large dose of courage.  Courage to leave the home I have known pretty much my whole life.  Courage to leave friends, who I am afraid will forget me.  Courage to embark on a new way of life.

The whirlwind that started this journey down the “yellow brick road” was almost as forceful as a tornado.  6 months of selling everything we owned.  Cutting ties with much of the material “stuff” in my life.  Stuff that literally defined me.

From the time I was  very young a table and chairs symbolized who I am.  Those who have known me long enough will remember the Barbie table and chairs in the back window of my first car.  A plastic table, chairs and toy food all anchored in the back window of a blue 1970 Maverick.  I don’t think I really knew then why these things meant enough to me to put in the window of my car, but it was a sight to see!  I now think I was traveling with these things looking for my home.

I always made a table and chairs available to the people in my life.  Whether that meant casual dinner parties or full blown events. These physical comforts were somehow my link to the emotional stability I may not have been able to outwardly show to the important people in my life.  I could show people I cared by how well I set my table.  Home is where my table and chairs are and right now I have no table or chairs.

I find I do not miss the physical table and chairs.  The time in my life when these things are truly necessary is over.   My emotions are still swirling around in the tornado that will take us to Oz.  When we find the Emerald City I can have my table and chairs again.  But now, I am looking forward to traveling the Yellow Brick Road.  I hope that all of the important people in my life will travel the road with me even if they are not sitting at my table.