I went to Walmart this morning. I don't normally like to go to Walmart on a weekend but I ran out of Flonase, which I use to help alleviate my allergy symptoms, and I had rather deal with the crowds at Walmart than to sneeze every few minutes.
This morning when I answered a comment from Darrell whether or not I was going to go to the South this winter, it made me think more about why I have to kind of talk myself into going someplace different than I went last year, and why do I even feel it necessary to go someplace different. Why can't I just happily follow the same route I did last winter, after all I was pretty happy being there, so why do I feel it necessary to go someplace different?
One good thing about full-time RVing is you get to make choices on how you want to live, and there are no right or wrong choices, there are only different choices. And in my opinion the only way to make a wrong choice is to do something you'd rather not be doing when you have the financial and physical means of doing what you had rather be doing.
So keeping that in mind, why do I feel it necessary to strike out on the road less traveled when deep inside I feel safer and more comfortable in a place that I'm familiar with? I don't have to do that, after all there are tens of thousands of Snowbirds that go to the same places every summer and return to the same places every winter so it seems I could easily fit right in with that lifestyle and be perfectly happy, but for some reason I don't.
I've always considered myself a traveling kind of person, I've always loved to be going somewhere, especially places I wanted to go as opposed to places I had to go. So I've always had traveling in my blood, and before it didn't matter if I was going someplace I'd never been before, because to me the joy was in the going. But now I have to give it a lot more thought as to whether or not I want to go someplace new, or someplace I haven't been for a long long time, like the South.
Fortunately for me when I have a problem such as this I don't have to go to a psychiatrist, a counselor, or even a witch doctor. my brain is so simple that even I can root around in there and figure out what's going on fairly easily. Now I wouldn't recommend that for normal people but my brain is like a floppy disk compared to a DVD, my brain is the thumb drive of brains. My brain only contains four files, eat, sleep, go to the bathroom, and a small 5 MB file labeled miscellaneous. And in this miscellaneous file is where all my RVing knowledge is kept.
And I now believe after considerable thought, and hours of introspection I have determined why I am compelled to travel to new places every once in a while, and why it makes me feel good to do so, and if everything goes as planned I will write about it in tomorrow's blog for the edification of anyone interested.