For a majority of my 20's, and now into my 30's, I dreamt of being a vagabond, free out on the open road. Originally, the vagabond seedling idea was to live out of a Volkswagon Bus (most likely too minimalist for me though!). Vagabond dreaming was still abstract. Pulling off an adventure of that scale off and still maintaining a stable enough life to make it through school while jumpstarting a career seemed elusive. Nevertheless, roaming and some kind of vagabonding was a bucket list adventure I often thought of.
You see, moving around has been apart of my life since I was a little munchkin. For a portion of my kid life, my dad was a long hauler, an 18 wheeler driving fiend. He, my mom, and I were on the road non-stop. Long hualing was where I was given my first CB handle: "Twinkle Toes." From long hauling, my family (which also grew by one sister) went to living in Mexico. Dad flew medical crews in and out of the remote regions. Again, we were always on the move. I think in the span of the 2 years we were in Mexico, we lived in 3 different homes. Upon returning stateside and by the time I was in my 20's we had moved more than fifteen plus times. Moving was stamped into my DNA......
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