I have had the same dream for the past three nights. Is that supposed to mean something? Like it’s going to happen or it’s… I don’t know. I’m not a very superstitious person, but I can imagine someone out there thinking having the same dream repeatedly means something.
In the dream I’ve graduated college. I don’t know how I got money, but I apparently have enough to quit my job (which is a pretty big deal because I seem to stress out whenever I spend my money and being in debt when I graduate gives me nightmares). But anyway, in my dream I’m deciding whether to buy an RV or a fifth-wheeler. RVs are more expensive, but they can be my car, meaning that I could also sell my car. If I didn’t want to sell my car, I could tow it behind the RV. The gas mileage on RVs is terrible though. If I wanted to go into a town and buy groceries or something I’d have to drive the RV or I could have a bike with a basket to replace my car! Or I could trade in my car for a truck (or something that could tow a fifth-wheeler) and buy a fifth-wheeler and get it set up somewhere and have a car to drive around. Either way I would drive around, set up different places for a few months and then pick up and move when I wanted. I’d drive around the country and meet new and exciting people – you know like in the movies and people stop in the little towns and eat at a diner where everyone knows everyone else.
But, the whole point of this is that I think it’d be awesome to be able to pick up and move, to not have to stay in one place. I’d love to be able to do that. To have the money to drive around the country, live different places with nothing keeping me in one place. I’d love to be able to earn a substantial living off my writing so that I could move around.
I have lived in the same house my entire life and I always wanted to move. When I was younger I wanted to move someplace far away, later I just wanted to move into a new house. I just wanted to say that I’ve lived in more than one place! It never happened – unless you count now that I’m in college. It doesn’t count for me though.
Now that I’m in an apartment, I don’t want to move. It’s too much hassle packing everything up, and hoping to be near a bus route and parking – and on and on and on.
There have been so many times where I’m sitting in my car and I have the overwhelming urge to pick a road and drive. Just keep driving just to see where I land. Of course, I couldn’t ever just pick up and leave because there are bills and leases and classes, etc. There’s too much keeping me tethered.
I don’t think I’ll always want this nomadic existence. At some point I know I want to live in a house out in the country with neighbors miles away. (I sort of picture The Pioneer Woman type of life.) But before I get my own house, I like the idea of not having a lot of stuff, of having what you need – a few clothes, some books (not truly necessary, but I couldn’t not have books in my life).
Call me crazy, but I really really hope it happens. I mean, I’ve always loved to travel… I loved driving to New York to my grandmother’s house just as much as I loved being at her house. When I was younger by the end of the school year I was itching to get in the car and drive to New York – I couldn’t wait. I looked forward to it every year. I’m still feeling that itch, but instead of New York – it’s Singapore (more on that later).
I think I’ve just made it a goal. A new goal to live in an RV/fifth-wheeler and go across the country… Exciting!