I drove away from my home in Portland, Oregon last night. Anthony and I finished painting the trim, watered the new fruit trees, drank our last cup of coffee from Extracto with Leanne, dropped off the keys to the new tenant, and were on the road in time for rush hour. We watched the beautiful sunset over long fields before the major climbing hills into the night. We slept at a rest stop, hitting the road by 5:15 this morning. Before 8am we were both working at our regular Shasta coffee shop, Wassayaks.
People keep saying that Shasta is "The Root Chakra" of the world. I have no idea how or why this is. I'm open to be educated on this one you guys.
It's Friday and we both work remote. We wake up at 5am PT and get a huge start on our day, getting as much done as we can before everyone else wakes up. This is harder for me because my team is in Israel, 10 hours ahead of Pacific time.
When we drove away from Portland last night, it's not for a vacation, it's for another year of travel and education. I'm immediately reminded how it feels to live on the road. How it feels to have no idea where you're sleeping tonight. To have no idea where you're driving tomorrow. To sleep in the woods. To stay up late playing cards until you can't see them anymore and go to bed. To wake up in the dark and watch the sunrise from the windows of our moving home. To meet strangers living the same way. To realize that you all know the same people digitally. To find them in person. To visit family and friends you may never otherwise "have the time" to.
I feel at home again.