Strange Thoughts

I don't know if anyone thinks like I do.  Whenever we were at the end of a trip I always was anxious to get back home.  When we reached the final day we wished for a "GET HOME NOW BUTTON".  Zap. Instantly sitting in my easy chair.


Our family knew it as "Time to go Mil....OK Bill"  I must have inherited my fathers affliction. "Time to go Terri....OK Russ".


Now how does this apply to us in our situation.  Where is home?  Sometimes I think it is our RV. Sometimes I think it is our Mazatlan condo.  The last few days I think it has been the Pacific Northwest.


But we don't have a home there.  Yes, it is where most of our family is located.  But if you don't have a home in the place you are going it's not the same.  I don't think our storage locker is going to do the trick.


I have loved our time in Mazatlan, BUT, somehow the motorhome is where my heart is.  Maybe after another 6 or 7 months in the RV I'll be dying to get back to Mazatlan.


Maybe I'm just a malcontent vagabond nomad.  Is there Gypsy blood in my family?  Were my Polish/German/English ancestors just itinerant souls?  Perhaps we were run out of all those countries.  That seems a more reasonable explanation.


We Ranger's just need to hit the road one day and move on the next.  Only to find that it's "Time to go Terri....OK Russ".

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