The test of an adventure is that when you are in the middle of it, you say to yourself, "Oh, now I've got myself into an awful mess; I wish I were sitting quietly at home." And the sign that something is wrong with you is when you sit quietly at home wishing you were out having lots of adventure. -Thornton Wilder

The nice thing about being confused is you get a chance to notice things a lot better than if you knew where you were going.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

2010 – A new year



January 20

It is a shame for the Blog to sit here untouched for so long. Thus beginning this year I will endeavor to make entries periodically whether we are loose on the road or not. Let’s see what happens…

It has been 4 months since we returned from our last road trip. I long to be on the road again. I miss waking up to a new sunrise setting each morning, exploring a different place every day, seeing new things every minute. I don't think Sinbad cares one way or the other, just as long I am with him. Yet I love being at our new home too. It is a joy to walk each morning in a clean, peaceful and quiet neighborhood surrounded by State Parks. I am torn between the two. I justify being home in wanting to at least spend my first winter here and see what it is like. I have come to learn it is so much better than the old place.