Mooooom! She's doing it again!!

The itch started again. You know the one. It's the one that tells me I absolutely MUST pack all my things into a vehicle and drive across the country. The good news is that I have a much smaller vehicle this time around. The super good news is, I can pack like a motherfucker so that little toaster is jammed full of my worldy belongings. Interestingly enough when I made the "list of things I use frequently" it wasn't very long this time around. Maybe I am finally adapting to this gypsy shit? I read somewhere that it's important to have goals and aspirations so my goal is to be able to to live out of one small duffle bag for the rest of my life. Sadly, I am a chick and that is all but impossible. I also feel the need to take dogs everywhere I go. So maybe two small duffle bags and a dog food container? Nah. My car now holds all my clothing (folded and hanging) that I didn't donate (good bye purple sweater, I hope someone can love you as much as I did), toiletries, craft things (paints, brushes, charcoals, small sketch pad, beading things, etc.), dog things (coats, beds, food, collars & leashes) and grooming equipment. Believe it or not, this is who I have become over the years. That's me in a nutshell. Or that's me in a Scion. Whatever. There is a certain level of pride I get when I think about how easy it is to move me and I don't know whether it's misdirected or what but it's a nice warm feeling and I am loving it. Don't get me wrong, there is other stuff still sitting at my mother's just waiting for the moment where I settle in somewhere for life. Like the old still functioning Grundig floor radio. It's not something you give up but it's also not something you need to heave around with you... I don't care how great it sounds.

Please don't be mistaken, I am 100% totally aware of how crazy I seem as I ricochet back and forth across the US. I am also willing to accept who I am and move on with a smile. I should list it as a strength on my resume: Forgiving myself. Maybe put it with the hobbies next to ballroom dancing and shark hunting? Either way, I have unfinished business in AZ and I am going back for some closure and hopefully some future. Time will tell either way and I am not one to plan or get all hyped up about the years to come. I never have been. This might bite me in the ass when I am older but I seriously doubt that...

I headed away from the unforgiving cold of MA. I can't take it. I don't know why I thought I would be able to take it. I fucking loath the winter. LOATH. And there I was shoveling snow knowing I was not doing the right thing. I won't even mention the dysfunction happening around me that has nothing to do with snow. No, it was the cold that broke the camels back. And those camels that live in the snow? They're liars. They are living out this delusional life because at some point their elders did something completely unforgivable and now they all have to suffer the price because they told each other the lie for so long that no one can see past it. See how forgiving yourself could have helped them? I was born in the summer. Staying somewhere that has winter is going against the very stars themselves. I'm not into taking on the zodiac.

My dad thought it would be nice to see me while I am driving all over the world, so I took the shortcut to AZ through FL. The dogs and I are in Pompano Beach FL for the next two weeks and then I shall head on over to good old Phoenix. At least this time around it's the winter and I won't be driving into 1,000 degree weather. I'm literally breaking a theme. Is that wrong of me? Themes are awesome to set and tough to break. It could be my new super power. Captain Theme Breaker or what not. No capes.

I'm grateful I have dogs. I'm pretty positive dragging kids back and forth across the US is considered abusive after a certain age. The dogs are taking it great. Jim is all doped up on his new meds and that stresses me out but he's doing wonderfully all things considered. Tab takes everything in stride and only freaks out in traffic. I can't begin to tell you how shitty it is to have a dog panting like it's going to drop dead while sitting in gridlock traffic. But hey man, I hear her, traffic blows.