I spent two years traveling the country by RV with my wife, meandering down thousands of miles of road and reveling in this country’s diversity of natural beauty, culture and people. During that time the longest I ever lived in one place could be counted in months on one hand. I loved traveling in a house on wheels.
In the summer of 2012 my wife and I went our separate ways and I found a home in Austin, Texas. My house in the Bouldin neighborhood is a two-bedroom and the spacious master bedroom is literally twice the square footage of my entire motorhome. I rented a place that was close to fully furnished and I nonetheless have more possessions than could possibly fit in an RV. What happened to my wanderlust, my itch for travel?
Reflecting on my years of travel I realize that I was rarely pulled by a desire to wander. I am a researcher, a planner, an information whore. I wanted to see and experience spectacular things, to meet new people, expose myself to new ideas, visit cities. In accomplishing that goal I sought out particular regions, towns, forests, canyons, and events. I am an explorer, not a wanderer, and exploration and adventure are still alive within me.
I have glimpsed a huge sliver of our beautiful world and want to share what I have discovered and see more. The past nine months in Austin mark the longest that I have lived in one place since early 2010. This town is fantastic, full of new friends, activities and opportunities. Living in a house is a fresh and wonderful experience, complete with a bird feeder, backyard fires, crossword puzzles on my front porch and a vegetable garden. (How domestic!)
But I am not done exploring. Every move of the RV brought new experiences, each uniquely rewarding. I’ll be in Austin for a while longer, but “a while” in the context of my last few years isn’t terribly long. Another year in this fantastic town and I think that I’ll be ready to move on – not because I’m tired of or done with Austin, but because there is so much out there to be seen and lived.