Other than posts here, most people that know me would probably think nothing is missing. I really don’t believe that, particularly after my weekend trip south a couple weeks ago.

I realized as I was rolling my suitcase out of the first hotel my daughter and I stayed in that I miss traveling. I spent a good deal of time on the road last year. I raced in DC twice, Asheville, Roanoke, Buffalo, home and I also spent three months in California and took a road trip or two while there. This year has been much more quiet. I haven’t gone far at all since racing in Asheville in March until I headed south this month.

My soul feels much more at ease below the Mason-Dixon line. Maybe it is the thought that I never imagined, even in my tamest dreams, I would live approximately 20 miles from where I grew up. I stayed in this area after my marriage broke up because of my children. Guess what? The baby is 21 and, as of next May, half of them will be married. I guess that reason has been taken away.

I am now steadily making progress on making a move. I am heading to the mountains of North Carolina by mid-2016. Ideally, I would like to find work and live in the Asheville area. Upon first seeing that area – as it was when I first went to the Roanoke area also, I felt it calling me. I think my life would be easier if I wait until after my son’s wedding to move but if the situation arises that I can do so sooner, I will.

To that end, I leave you with a photo from one of my trips to Asheville.