They call me the breeze ...

When I was a kid, I was fascinated by those who choose to live without roots ... on the road. For Halloween, I often dressed up as a hobo. (The picture's of me when I was six or seven.)  My dad worked on the railroad. I quizzed him about the men he found riding in the boxcars and how he dealt with them. I imagined myself sitting with them at night around a campfire, heating (and eating) canned beans and listening to their stories ... where they'd been, what they'd seen, people they'd met.
When I became a young adult, I imagined myself riding a motorcycle up the west coast, from border to border. Finding work along the way. Staying where I wanted to stay. Going when I was ready to go. Naturally, I didn't do those things. I went to school and tried to assume responsible adult roles.
Well, the time has come. I've rented my townhouse, bought a trailer and hit the road. And while a pickup truck and travel trailer is substantially different than a knapsack, I do have everything I own with me. The goal is the same: Stay as long as I want to stay, then move on until I find another place I want to stay. I intend to see a lot of things I've never seen (see the USA in my Chevrolet) and hopefully find a place where I want to settle when I'm ready to.

I'm goin' home
And when I wanna go home
I'm goin' mobile
Well, I'm gonna find a home
And we'll see how it feels
Goin' mobile
Keep me movin'

I can pull up by the curb
I can make it on the road
Goin' mobile
I can stop in any street
And talk with people that we meet
Goin' mobile
Keep me movin'

Out in the woods
Or in the city
It's all the same to me
When I'm drivin' free, the world's my home
When I'm mobile

 Play the tape machine
Make the toast and tea
When I'm mobile
Well I can lay in bed
With only highway ahead
When I'm mobile
Keep me movin'

Keep me movin'
Over 50
Keep me groovin'
Just a hippie gypsy

Come on move now
Movin'
Keep me movin', yeah

-Pete Townshend