While eating breakfast at a nearby diner (a recent and welcome addition to our greater neighborhood), we noticed many RVs passing this way and that, most of them with cars, scooters or bikes on racks or in tow (one fully-equipped vehicle had all three!).  My first reaction was wonder that the denizens of this town are so mobile or perhaps, I mused, they just like to be prepared to make a quick getaway.

But then I remembered that the diner is near a freeway offramp and that most of the people in the RVs are probably on their way to or from somewhere else and, like us, only stopped here for breakfast.  To me, this stretch of highway is the road that connects our town to the next.  To people driving on the interstate, it is easy on-and-off access to food, gas and lodging.

Rachel suggested that some of these RVers may be in a continual state of going somewhere, a group for which getting there is all the fun.  Many of the campers looked to be older and one approach to retirement, I suppose, would be to liquidate most of one’s possessions—including the house—and invest in a comfortable and well-provisioned RV.  Then, all of one’s time could be spent roaming around, seeing new places and making new memories.

The idea is not without its attractions.  I sometimes feel weighted down by the material goods in my life, too many things to store and maintain and way too many to be enjoyed at once.  Do I really need all of it?

And certainly, there is no shortage of places I’d like to visit in this country, not to mention Canada and Mexico.  Rachel and I took a driving tour of the country in the summer of 1985, looping north as we traversed from west to east (we lived in California at the time) and dropping south to return home after visiting Rachel’s parents in New Jersey for a few weeks.  We covered a lot of territory but it was just a beginning.  It’s a big country we live in.

Nonetheless, although one might meet many interesting people in many diverse places, one would not likely make any deep connections and even if one did, after a short period, it would be time to move on.  It’s would be a lot of reaching out and embracing but also a lot of leaving behind.

Rachel and I agreed it would not work for us and both came to the same conclusion, almost simultaneously, that we need to feel rooted, just like the plants in our garden.  We enjoy traveling and hope to do it always.  But we will always need a place to come home to.