Saturday, March 8, 2014

Wanderlust Gene



Savannah Cathedral | Navigating Hectivity by Micki Bare
This is where I woke up on Friday.
There is nothing like throwing a bag or two in the trunk of a car, filling the tank, and following your heart. You'll also need to check the oil and tire air pressure. But after a conscientious pre-trip inspection, you can make your way through town and onto the open road. Oh, and if you have kitchenly defenseless menfolk at home, you'll also want to pick up a few easily microwaved foodstuffs for the freezer before leaving town, but then you are free to hit the path of self discovery on the highways and byways of the land.

As documented by my travel feet, my soul needs to wander about this planet in order to refuel its creative stores. My passions need to be fed and travel often appeases the hunger. In today's world, the open road is less intimidating and much more easily navigated now that our smartphones are also provide GPS guidance and streaming music.
Tampa Skyline | Navigating Hectivity by Micki Bare
This was my view Friday afternoon.

My maternal great grandfather lived on three different continents in his lifetime. Maybe I inherited my wanderlust tendencies from him. My paternal great grandparents immigrated from Europe, as well. They had to have adventurous spirits to be able to leave all they knew behind and make new lives in a strange country.

As a child, road trips were exciting. My grandfather, uncles, and father would always prepare with the latest edition atlas, a highlighter, and notes scribbled all over the pages that covered our routes. It made sense that these men in my life frequented car shows. The automobile was more than a machine. It was freedom. It was adventure. These men actually took pictures of the cars at the shows rather than the scantily clad models. At the beach, bikinis made the still shots more than the surf and brilliant skyscapes. But at the car show, they were mesmerized by the cars.

Indian Shores | Navigating Hectivity by Micki Bare
This is where I went to sleep Friday evening.
I am blessed to not only live in a country that affords me the freedom to fill my soul for the price of a tankful of gas, but also to be married to a man who appreciates and supports my need to spread my wings and feed my spirit.

Micki Bare, mother of three, wife, daughter & writer is the author of Thurston T. Turtle children's books. 
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