Wanderlust

If you've been reading my blog for a while, you would probably remember the time I was traveling a lot.

I moved to a different state every couple of months. 

I ran my shops out of the car.

I painted while I could, and made prints while we stopped. 

I loved it. 

Oh my word..

I loved it

Then I moved back home after the divorce.

I missed the traveling.

Where the thought of moving was not a scary one.

And change was always good.

I loved the adventure in driving.

I loved the luxury of not having a lot of things.

Where moving was just packing up a few belongings and the dog and driving to a new location.

I've been in one place long enough.

I'm ready to travel again.

It's been calling me for months.. I can feel it.

When I first started to travel, I thought how wonderful it would be to do it in a gypsy style vardo.

I saved images, and how to articles on my computer.

I looked back at them often. 

It's always been a dream of mine.

This whole "home" thing is nice, 

and maybe I'll want it in the future.

But, right now..

I want something more! 

So, I've decided to make this dream come true. 

Even if I have to do it alone.

(It's rare to find someone willing to live like this I guess!)

Here are some of my inspiration photos pulled from the archives of my computer.

I don't own any of these images.

Don't worry, I'm not taking off any time soon. 

First I must acquire my van or trailer.

But, I really see this happening.

It's been a dream of mine since as long as I could remember.

 I would tell my parents I wanted to travel the country in a bus with solar panels.

I wanted to do art, and paint, and travel in my bus. 

I was like 10 when I said this.

I believe my parents did quite the face palm at this.

They were indeed raising a little hippie. 

They don't know where it came from,

and neither do I.

But, the thing is, it will happen.