I have been thinking, my life is coming up to some decisions I just cannot make. I know that sounds irrational, but decisions are just not something I do well. So, rather than continue with this horrific vascillating, I have been thinking of a way to suspend the decisions. Of course, should I find an Owner before all the s%*t hits the fan, then none of this matters. But as we all know Collarme promises a whole s*#tload of possibilities but almost never delivers. But time keeps moving forward relentlessly, and like it or not those decisions are going to smack me right in the face.
In June my baby is leaving to China for a year. In August I graduate. And then...???? right, that is the decision. BIG LIFE decision. But what if instead I just went on a trip, a long, long, trip. I am a gypsy, I always have been. Of course being a fulltime mom slowed that way down, but now all the birds are flown. I have already been to every state but Hawaii and most of them lived in and have history. But I could easily go explore south of the border. My Spanish is better than functional. It is not fluent, but by the time I got back I would be damn good at it.
It looks to be about 7000 miles from here to the tip of South America. Jungles, beaches, pennisulas. I could buy a Shadow, my dream bike, and start down the west coast and then drive up the east coast. I would be in Rio for Mardi Gras...clearly that has to be a good decsion. 14,000 miles. You have to admit it sounds amazing. I mean the earth is only 25,000 miles around. I would be going a little bit more than half way around the world in distance.
These days there are cool hook-ups because of the cyber world. There is this thing called Couch Surfing, where you can literally connect with men and women in 230 countries and spend the night on their couch for free!
Son won't be coming back for a year. If I left in August, and returned in June, I would have 10 months to go 14,000 miles. I would only have to average 1400 miles a month, which is only 50 miles a day. I am thinking stopping to make a buck here and there, a connection, an adventure, it all seems entirely doable, and at the end, I am willing to bet that some door, some real possiblity will open itself right up to me.
Maybe this is all being 50. I doubt it. At least I am not thinking to do it hitchiking, which is the way I saw the US initially. They have some sexy ass leather chaps on sale. I am thinking chaps under a skirt, and a halter top with nothing else would be just about perfect for South America.
No matter what though, this option is making me feel so much better.