Travel has long been my nemesis, alluring yet robbing me of so much. Like the early explorers of the American continent, I have always wanted to see the places I have never been. After 24 years though, I have been so many of the places so often that they are like old and well known friends.
When the back roads and byways become as familiar as your own living room, you know you have been too far out for way too long!
There are many joys and benefits, but in the final analysis, too much is given, too much sacrificed.
Wanderlust is both a blessing and a curse, and the highway is a very demanding mistress. Never satisfied, always wanting more.
Like most Americans of my age, I wanted it all. It has taken me many, many, miles, and thousands of hours to realize that there will always be more to have, see, and do, than can be fitted into one lifetime.

My Darling


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