New but old

The day of leaving San Diego is drawing nearer, yet the days here seem to stretch longer. Initially, I was thrilled at the idea of leaving, eager for the open road, and I still am. However, the familiar jitters, the pre-departure nervousness, have returned. This feeling isn't new; I've written about it repeatedly. You could look back at my blogs from three years ago and find the same message echoed. For nearly six years, I've been in constant motion, moving from one place to another, yet the sensation of transition remains the same. It's a stroll into the unknown—a world both new and strangely familiar, challenges im aware of but not yet ready to come across.

Financial worries have rarely troubled me. I've generally been responsible with money, understanding how to manage it both in preparation for my departures and upon arrival at my destinations. My plans, however, are a different story. They flip and evolve daily—from the people I'll meet to the jobs I'll take. A month ago, I pictured myself traveling the states once again, continuing my writing. It was an appealing thought, except for the financial implications, which could potentially set back my plans for the upcoming winter and the new year.

Ironically, that's the nature of life. We pause one pursuit to follow another, each pursuit leading to the next. What exactly are we chasing? I'm no longer certain if it's some form of happiness or simply an attempt to fill the vessel of empty curiosity.