Let’s start writing in earnest, shall we?  

It’s clear to me that I am in a pivotal pause. A moment in time. I am finding myself conflicted. Willing time to slow down. Willing time to hurry up. Wanting to see what the next chapter will bring. Wanting to stay in this beautiful space for longer than possible. Within this space in time I do feel a pull to write. So here we are. 

I spent years writing blogs. Hell, we had blogs before blogs were even a thing. But I respected the wishes of my young teens who did not want to have their life, and all the hilarity and sadness that comes with living, documented and published online. Whatever. I get it. I got it. I tried to write for a while privately, thinking I could capture the observations without publishing, but it just didn’t feel right. So I stopped writing. But I’m starting to think the time might be right to resume. After all, everything is changing, and there may be no better time than now.

We are about to be empty nesters. Nomads. Faux Birds (a phrase Larry gleefully coined). Our youngest is about to head off to Uni. Our oldest just finished his masters and started his first paid employment. I’ve been retired for a decade. Larry’s work has tremendous flexibility for remote work. My parents are in a great spot; same for Larry’s family. It’s time to take ‘livin’ the dream’ to the next level.

Larry and I are going to try our hand at nomadic, slow travel. I plan to use this space to capture some of the observations about our lives, our interactions, our adventures, our day-to-day existence. I have no vision or real plan on what I’ll write. Maybe poetry. Maybe philosophy. Maybe humor. Maybe just the ramblings I’m able to snatch as my mind wanders.