There's always this time, when I'm on the road, when I want to go buy a big rig and just stay on the road for a couple of years. It always passes, but it always takes a few days for it to sink in and stick.

Yeah. There remains a part of me that wants to be a truck driver, or else buy a van and just travel forever, even though the place I'm living really does feel like home, and I've come to love nesting there, too. (It's the first place I ever felt a twinge upon leaving, amid the joy of getting to travel.)

For years I had a brochure for truck driving school above my desk, a reminder on days the writing was going badly that I had options, and could quit this writing thing and run away any time I wanted. :-)