When I was a teenager the road was a mysterious place. Road trips were fantasies and something that were thought of but could never come to fruition. People who travelled were mysterious or they were running away.
In my twenties I became one of those people. I took to the road and travelled anywhere I could as often as possible. Often taking off for 3-4 weeks at a time following bands with friends and meeting friends along the way. Music, scenery and the unknown were all out there for me to discover but mostly I was running away for whatever reasons.
I always felt the road had more to offer me than my hometown of Warren, NJ. Some people said I was crazy to travel so much but they were the people who were either jealous or didn’t have the courage to do so. So at 27, I packed up everything that would fit in my Honda Civic (the rest that didn’t fit I sold for a total of $500) and I uprooted my life in NJ and moved to Tempe, AZ – where I still live.
Later on in my thirties, I settled into living in Tempe and the road became something I dreaded. I lost my desire for the unknown. I settled into a career, a relationship and a desire to be comfortable. I was working hard for someone to make someone else’s dreams come true.
That was then- today I find myself in a very different place. Forty and extremely content with everything I have and everything I don’t. My life is simple again. I live with an emphasis on good relationships. Relationships with people who matter – my girlfriend, family, friends, business associates and people in the community.
Now I look at the road as a source of inspiration. I am once again interested in seeing what’s out there – only this time around I’m no longer running away.







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Damn, Greg.
That was stunning.
Thanks Kim!
Well said! Great post
Thanks!