"How ya doing?" asks grasshopper.
So far this year, I've cancelled all but one of my travel plans which had included a road trip in March to Colorado, New Mexico and Texas, a trip to the Black Hills and Badlands and western Nebraska. The only trip I managed to do this year was to Door County, WI pre-pandemic. This is the longest I've been home in a row in something like six years. I'm usually on the road for over 100 days a year.
I often get wanderlust. My grandma thinks it comes down to me from an ancestor who was a traveling preacher or my ancestor who was kidnapped by pirates to South America and somehow made his way back home (they tell me this is true but it sounds like a plot out of a movie to me). Going way back, one of my ancestors left Scandinavian and eventually became the Duke of Normandy, and one of his descendants was so restless that he eventually relocated to England. And, then my ancestors fled to Virginia and traveled and traveled. Apparently, travel is in my blood.
While my wanderlust isn't being satisfied completely, I am enjoying my time at home. The activity that is sustaining me this year is photographing and watching the insects in my yard. It's like visiting a whole new world. We don't have to travel far to travel far.
