Drifting.

Transient.

That’s really have I’ve been my life. I don’t liked stationary ways. But I also don’t like inconsistency. I’m in constant turmoil. I don’t want to be complacent, but I don’t like being bored too. Maybe that’s the bane of being human. I’m not sure. But I do know, I have always drifted.

Floated.

I guess I’ve always liked to try new things. New hobbies. New situations. New jobs. New projects. Perhaps this is my adrenaline rush. Some people jump out of planes. I meander around, taking in the world. This is my rush.

Admittedly, full time living in a RV is a huge step. Lots of unknowns, but a consistency of travel-campground-travel-campground. Unknown-known. This is where I like to exist.

I am scared. That unknown can be intimidating. Am I doing the right thing? Can I recover from this if something goes wrong? What if something goes wrong? Worst case scenarios, you know. I have to think about them. I have to consider them. Look at things from every angle. It’s exhausting.

But again this is my adrenaline rush.