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The COVID-19 Vaccine Terrifies Me…But I’ll Get It
Childhood trauma sure likes to play games.
Travel has long been part of who I am.
Some tell me it’s because I’m a Sagittarius. At times I do feel like a star-less planet floating through space, in hopes of one day finding a gravitational pull strong enough to keep me in place. But for now, I travel.
When COVID cast its net over me, I found myself without a necessary release point. A dog with a newly surrounded fence, I couldn’t escape, no matter how much I jumped or dug or ran. At times, sitting in place can prove problematic to me. Like walls not only pushing in but growing up, blotting out the sun I so desperately wanted to gravitate towards.
As a freelancer with no kids or spouse, I did have one option. If I couldn’t leave home, I decided to take home with me. So, instead of doubling-down on rent (which the landlord so graciously decided to double), I opted to put what I owned in storage, buy a busted 60-year-old camper, renovate it, and bounce around the country from sea to shining sea while visiting from national parks. If I was going to remain fenced in, I might as well sniff around and see what the country had to offer.
It’s been an adventure. Not always a good one. I’ve met some great people. I’ve met some nut jobs. AAA…
