On the Road

​Ever feel the need to escape? Pack up hit the road? Sell everything and travel?
Live by the stars and moon . Wake up with the sun? Throw away the watch?
 
Yep! The roads been calling : loudly. Has been for years but somehow I always made excuses .
From stability of income to somewhere to lay our roots.
 
I think you know that “stuck” feeling. I absolutely loathe it. And the feeling is multiplying.

I want to live wild and not know where the next day will take me.

The thought of selling everything and hitting the road fills me with so much peace.
 
“Innate things” are weighing me down. All I need is the earth and my body to survive.

I can feel myself becoming free as I imagine the roads and the journeys. 
 
I have released the fear of the unknown and welcomed it. No fixed address…geez I love the sound of that.  

A home on wheels that will take me to the next adventure of a amazing sunrise or sunset.  

It runs in our blood, the gypsy wanderers. My Nan, My mother. The  great unknown.
 
I went to the caravan and camping show yesterday at the show grounds in Melbourne. Surrounded by grey nomads and young families chasing the road adventures.

The community exists if you want it. The unspoken look of : Yeah,I get you see you on the road.
 
 There is no need for sales people to come after you. They get it. The dream sell's itself. Talking to one bloke he uttered “I sell freedom”
 
Freedom is free, he just sell's vehicles of purpose. The dream is what get's you there.

Follow your dreams,chase what makes you  happy. See you in unknown.

Rock On 

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