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Soon, Ive heard we will be getting ready to make our grand escape. The house in Canada is nearing its finish, so we are awaiting the thirty day phone call. Then it will be back on the road with George and Paris in tow. They are our movers and some of the finest people I have met, neither of which mind my appearance nor my attitude. Hard working and ever ready for a new adventure they are the coolest black people I have ever met. George seems really excited about this move, I think it will be his first one out of the country, unfortunately his wife cannot join us this time, for she is expecting their first child. Yet ever ready to work, George awaits the phone call that will send him across the country. He needs the money for his family and we need the work.. So it works out well for both parties.
The hours on the road will be hard ones, I have done the drive a few times before and sometimes the scenery on the route are not always the best. The drive through Nevada, and the Salt Flats of Utah are one of the worst most barren stretches of land I have ever seen. Nevada is a land filled with rocks and sage brush sometimes a few cows here and there and the salt flats worse than that. The most interesting sight to see on the road of the salt flats are the rock words wayward travelers have placed forming phrases like Jesus loves you and Dan and Leah were here. The Stretch goes on right up until we hit the city of Salt Lake, which isnt a remarkable city, filled with Mormons and the like really makes one want to gag or have a stiff drink of whisky.
At least the drive through Wyoming and Montana are beautiful, filled with lush forest and Ice capped mountains. Then we hit Canada, which is rather flat as compared to the mountainous regions of Montana and Wyoming. The Canola field stretching out into the horizon like bright yellow flowering lakes. Which is beautiful unto itself but can get quite tedious after seeing it for miles and miles. At least this drive wont be taken with my father in toe, who would make the four day journey one of yelling and screaming, until one just wanted to get out of the fucking car and start hitching it. Or even worse taken during the winter, where Nevada turns from a desert waste land into a Ice waste land.
This journey will be much different from my last one, instead of driving through the rust colored sun burnt lands of Arizona and New Mexico. Onto Texas then Louisiana. I love being on the road, it is a time when I can sit and think, go off into my own zone, traveling thousands and thousands of miles watching life go by. I find peace out on the road, a peace that I have yet to find anywhere else. Thats probably why I will never want to live my life any other way, the constant traveling does more for me than anything else I have ever tried ever has. If I was borne in any other time, I guess I would probably have been a true gypsy, living in a caravan and constantly on the road. Only in this life time I need no companions to be with my on the road, I do not find myself craving companionship often, and when I do, I can suppress it quite well with my daydreams.
My mother will be with me on the road this time, but I enjoy her company, so It does not bother me. However know she is settling down for good, so the next time I take to the road I know it will be just myself again. I have not started planning my next adventure yet, for I think I want to go to school for a little while and learn a trade in order to fund my expedition. That means my time in Canada will probably be around two years, the longest time I will have stayed in one place since the day I turned 18. However I know I need to get some sort of training in something, for I cannot go my whole life working Restraunt jobs, it would drive me insane.
However I do know that I want to leave the continent on my next journey abroad. Romania and India hold immense interest to me. Yet, I do not truly know which path my future will turn, only that I wish to spend my life on the road. My mother knows my calling and she supports my choice to never settle down, she does however make it clear that she wishes a companion for me, but Ill take that bridge when I come to It. For not many people are quite cut out for the life I intend to leave, and fewer find it entirely appealing.
The money is hard to come by, you have to leave behind friends every time you leave a place, and each time you have to settle into a new way of life. There is little rest and no time for having a family (which is okay with me for I never want one) and there is no permanency. Truly you will never have a home and will never belong anywhere, and very few people find that living like that is unappealing. It goes against the social standards. For your job is not a permanent one, your friends wont always be there, and you have no country no place to call your own. Truly you must give your life to the road, and that what I wish to do, for I have a wanderlust that heats my blood and keeps me going. Whishing to see what is over the next horizon, wondering what the next adventure will bring.
Weather I shall spend my time on the road alone or with someone else, matters little to me. Although like any human, I crave companionship, that craving pales in comparison with my need to travel. I have lived a long time without hard fast friendships, gone years with celibacy, and never had a relationship that has lasted longer than a few months. It doesnt bother me, because truly people merely hinder me, I do not wish to argue with somebody over staying or leaving or where I will go next. Yes it gets quite lonely sometimes, but I have come to peace with the lonely ness. For it is long forgotten when I see that foreign sunset or the star lit sky in a new land.
I know the time to leave is coming upon us in leaps and bounds and I can feel the call of the road strong inside my head. Truly it drives me like no other presence in my life.