I pulled into the Bass Pro shop in Colorado Springs about 10:30 this morning. I hadn't planned on getting there that soon but I woke up earlier in the morning than I usually do and having nothing better to do I just hit the road.
It's nice to be back in Colorado again. Even though I don't actually live here it's the closest thing I've got to a home base. I'm not sure why having a home-base makes me feel good, after all I live on the road and where ever I Park for the night is home. I guess I haven't completely gotten over not having a plot of land with a house on it that doesn't move.
It's a weird feeling not wanting to live in a house and yet still missing it. But I've only been full timing for about a year and a half, and I lived in a house for around 45 years, so I guess its going to take me a little longer to get over not having what most people call "a home".