We went swimming this morning/afternoonish at our friends' house. It is a very nice house. In a pretty tranquil setting. Lots of sunny windows and mirrored walls and everywhere there were sliding glass doors opening up to the screened in inground pool. I wondered if being there in an actual house, at the end of an actual street, in an actual neighborhood would make me want to hurry up and buy a four bedroom house with a pool here.
As lovely as it was, it didn't.

She asked about our intentions, wondering if we were going to buy a house here. How do you explain to someone that you would prefer to be a nomad? It is just the sort of thing that makes people think you are nuts. So I didn't elaborate on it much. I said that I was not planning to buy a house at all. And that we would most likely move around a bit more in the future.

Yesterday, while leaving the park, I took a drive back into the camping area of the park. I just couldn't resist checking out the camping sites and the hookups and the playground and stuff that was back there. There were some really nice RV's back there with slide outs and big awnings all rolled out with hammocks and picnic tables spread out under them. I could smell the camp fires and the charcoal grills...

Posted by gwendolyn on April 11, 2001 at 04:31 PM