I’m on the final day of a 60-day experiment: the longest I’ve been away from what I consider “home base” in my lifetime, and specifically the longest time I’ve ever been away from Oregon (seven weeks, previous record 4 weeks).
Since I haven’t actually arrived, I can’t give you the final pieces of this (I’ll blog later about that if it’s significant), but in the past 8.5 weeks, I’ve packed and unpacked 14 times. I’ve been on a cruise ship, slept in 4 different states, and 3 countries. All with the same set of ScottEVest clothing I left with at the beginning, and whatever I pulled for electronics from my boxes at “home”.
It was easier than I thought it might be, but if it means anything, my schedule through the rest of the year includes at least one “Portland Run” every 4 weekends. I’m clear that I’m capable of this and more, but I think it’s also a bit stressful.
On the other hand, I may get to Bill’s place (my current “residence”) tonight, and realize that sleeping there is no different from any of the 14 places on this trip. I don’t know.
But the experiment continues…
Life is good otherwise… I’ve got a steady stream of income, and friends wherever I go. My health is decent, although some arthritis flare-ups in my ankles and knees are causing some trouble.