What is it that keeps us moving? What are we looking for?
I’ve wondered about this all my life. When we’ve got literally everything we could ever want or need at our fingertips, why do so many of us keep wandering the varied landscape, as if it can tell us some deep and abiding truth of the soul?
Maybe because it can…
I don’t know if i could tell you what that truth is, but i glimpse it every time i travel. Maybe it’s because our friends and family (as Harper calls them, “our peoples”) live all over the country, and it takes a good bit of travel to stay connected. Maybe it’s because we are story people, and we crave an occasional change of context. Maybe it takes a shift in wind and weather to make us come truly alive. Are we born with the gypsy soul, or does it come from nurture?
Either way, our kids are going to find it a part of their lives. At least, as long as we are the boss of them… And once they’re grown, I think they’ll find the compulsion to roam has taken root in them, and they will feel grounded, even on the move. I can only hope as much for them.
But it isn’t just our family that carries this gene. In many ways, the road trip lives at the heart of American spirit and identity. I mean, where else can you enjoy the cuisine of every part of the world, experience pretty much every climate zone and landscape imaginable, find wilderness right next door to great culture, and be as much a part of community–or as isolated–as you care to be?
For all the ugliness of our politics, some days you’ve just got to say: God Bless America, folks. I love this place, and the blood that beats a wandering rythm through our concrete arteries. I am finally (yeah, i know, i’m a few years behind) reading Lonesome Dove. And while i didn’t plan it to be my sabbatical reading material, it is really pretty perfect. This prologue quote says it all:
Yeah…what he said.