Just about the time we settle in and start to feel at home, it is time to leave. Twenty years of military life has made us uncomfortable staying one place for very long.
But this time was going to be different. We thought we were going to stay in Florida forever. We bought a small business on the Gulf Coast and were determined to stay. So, what happened?
Next week President Obama is headed for our town to highlight the sorry plight of the economy. Beautiful, quiet Florida gulf coast, ravaged by greedy bankers, speculators and developers, has become a metaphor for what has gone wrong with America. No category four hurricane, no terrorist, could have done more damage to our community than have this band of criminals.
So, we have sold our business and with nothing left to hold us here, we have decided to pack up and leave. For the first time in our lives, we don't have any place we have to be, so we will travel, just for the joy of it.
The next few months our lives will be small towns, campgrounds, highways and back roads, places we have never seen before, and likely never see again.
The road is life, according to Kerouac, and I guess I have to agree.
But this time was going to be different. We thought we were going to stay in Florida forever. We bought a small business on the Gulf Coast and were determined to stay. So, what happened?
Next week President Obama is headed for our town to highlight the sorry plight of the economy. Beautiful, quiet Florida gulf coast, ravaged by greedy bankers, speculators and developers, has become a metaphor for what has gone wrong with America. No category four hurricane, no terrorist, could have done more damage to our community than have this band of criminals.
So, we have sold our business and with nothing left to hold us here, we have decided to pack up and leave. For the first time in our lives, we don't have any place we have to be, so we will travel, just for the joy of it.
The next few months our lives will be small towns, campgrounds, highways and back roads, places we have never seen before, and likely never see again.
The road is life, according to Kerouac, and I guess I have to agree.
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