So I'm lying in bed the other night, thoughts swirling around, and then memories started surfacing, and I had fun ping ponging around in my mind and memories. Some of the images that were brought to mind, brought other remembrances to the forefront and then I started tracing some of those thoughts, memories and images back.
What can I say, I have trouble falling asleep right away, I think they call it insomnia, but I call it FREE TIME, cause I can think, with no distractions. Well, apart from the dog having chasing dreams and yipping in her sleep or the bird muttering to herself in her cage or my DH snoring away. But I can tune all them out and just think.
Which is sometimes a good thing. And sometimes not.
This particular night I was thinking over a conversation I had with a friend about another mutual friend and it was not gossip, really. We were both talking about the fact that our mutual friend and her husband had sailed around the world, in fact they've spent most of their married life on a sailboat, sailing where ever they wanted to go. And it made me think. I said I wasn't that adventuresome, I need an anchor, a place to call my own, to go back to, or leave from. And I've had that for most of my life. Which means I could fly without worry, could explore, experience, learn knowing I would always have a place I could go to. I've actually done a lot of stuff most people would not have done.
When I was twenty I moved to Europe and spend a few months in my birth country, I got to see so much of it, and I regret now that I did not explore more, but while there I did get to see a little of a few other countries. However, I always knew I could go back 'home'.
I left my family behind and moved to another country when I got married in my early twenties. In retrospect I'm surprised at myself, but my family gave me the stability and love and support that meant I could do just that. I didn't need to move away to get away, I knew I could always go back. Maybe not to my childhood home or a physical home per se, but to family. I still had an anchor.
Then circumstances happened that meant we could become snowbirds while still in our forties. I was able to leave my home and go to another state and stay there for months at a time, because I knew I had my home to return to. Again, an anchor.
Then as life happens, we finally embarked on a journey where we didn't know where we would end up. We sold our house, and lived full time in an RV for a few years. I had no anchor, well, not a physical one. I knew if I had to, I could go back to my family, and for a long time that was good. I still had an anchor that while not a physical one, it was a loving one.
And now I'm anchored with not only a house but have the freedom to continue to explore, when I choose. Not a bad thing, all in all.
What can I say, I have trouble falling asleep right away, I think they call it insomnia, but I call it FREE TIME, cause I can think, with no distractions. Well, apart from the dog having chasing dreams and yipping in her sleep or the bird muttering to herself in her cage or my DH snoring away. But I can tune all them out and just think.
Which is sometimes a good thing. And sometimes not.
This particular night I was thinking over a conversation I had with a friend about another mutual friend and it was not gossip, really. We were both talking about the fact that our mutual friend and her husband had sailed around the world, in fact they've spent most of their married life on a sailboat, sailing where ever they wanted to go. And it made me think. I said I wasn't that adventuresome, I need an anchor, a place to call my own, to go back to, or leave from. And I've had that for most of my life. Which means I could fly without worry, could explore, experience, learn knowing I would always have a place I could go to. I've actually done a lot of stuff most people would not have done.
When I was twenty I moved to Europe and spend a few months in my birth country, I got to see so much of it, and I regret now that I did not explore more, but while there I did get to see a little of a few other countries. However, I always knew I could go back 'home'.
I left my family behind and moved to another country when I got married in my early twenties. In retrospect I'm surprised at myself, but my family gave me the stability and love and support that meant I could do just that. I didn't need to move away to get away, I knew I could always go back. Maybe not to my childhood home or a physical home per se, but to family. I still had an anchor.
Then circumstances happened that meant we could become snowbirds while still in our forties. I was able to leave my home and go to another state and stay there for months at a time, because I knew I had my home to return to. Again, an anchor.
Then as life happens, we finally embarked on a journey where we didn't know where we would end up. We sold our house, and lived full time in an RV for a few years. I had no anchor, well, not a physical one. I knew if I had to, I could go back to my family, and for a long time that was good. I still had an anchor that while not a physical one, it was a loving one.
And now I'm anchored with not only a house but have the freedom to continue to explore, when I choose. Not a bad thing, all in all.
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