The Dream That You Wish…

So the other day I added the Cinderella song “A Dream is a Wish your Heart Makes” and that has always been one of my favorite songs. I don’t remember how old I was when I first saw Cinderella but I have always been a dreamer. People in my life did quite a bit to stomp on my dreams but some encouraged them.  Dreams are interesting creatures. What makes us dream what we dream? As little kids we have experiences and those experiences have an affect on our dreams. They make us want to be teachers, cops, firemen, or as in my case… a truck driver. You heard me right, I wanted to be a truck driver. As I grew up my parents would take me on a variety of road trips. The first I remember was the trip from our home in Florida to Louisiana to pick up my newly adopted baby brother. My parents took my older brother and I out of school so that as a family we could make the trip. This would be the first of many road trips we would make. We drove from Florida to Michigan, when we moved to Massachusetts we drove. When we moved back to Florida we drove. At 16 several of my best friends and I hopped in a Volkswagen Van and drove from Boston to Chicago and back for a fun trip. In the process I realized I loved being on the road so being a truck driver seemed logical, however, everyone I told this treated me like I was crazy and so I slowly let go of the dream.

That did not change the fact that I love to travel. I love experiencing new places and learning about new areas (we won’t even get into eating new foods yet). Growing up in Florida I learned about American History from the Floridian perspective. When at 12 I moved to Boston the History was so much more extensive. I learned about Lexington and the Shot Heard Around the World. I learned about the Battle of Concord. I saw the gravesites of the founders of our country. At 25 I visited Louisiana and realized their History is newer. When I moved to Seattle I loved learning about the Natives that lived here for decades, nearly a century, while the White Men conquered the East. It makes me giggle to see stores that have signs that they were “Established in 1920”, this is so NEW compared to the houses I visited that were 200-300 years old in New England. America is such a diverse nation. We have so much we could learn from each other. I want to learn it all.

To do this you need to actually go there. Reading about it is one thing but going there you get to see things from a whole different perspective. I want to walk where the people that made this country walked. Bill and I both have a passion to travel so we bought an RV and we are going to start living out our dream.

I hope you will come along for our journey, hope to see you on the road someday.

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