Until Next Time

Us nomadic wanderers get used to parting ways, it’s the story of our lifestyle. We make new friends, reconnect with family – and then we say ‘Until Next Time’ as we wander onto our next adventure.

It’s never good-bye, for odds are we’ll cross paths again at some point in the future. Besides, saying good-bye would tug at the heart too often.

But just because we are used to it, doesn’t make it easy.

We’ve spent the past month immersed in a community of like minds, of fellow nomadic souls. Our tummies have been full of crowdsourced meals (pot-lucks to some of you), our minds full of engaging conversations, our cameras full of amazing sunset pictures and our hearts full of deepening friendships. Our ages have bridged from 30 to 65, but physical age is no matter – we are all NÁ¼ at heart, and we are peers.

Some of our friends have already wandered on. Some even popped back in for surprise appearances.

But those of us who are left this weekend have been dancing around the elephant in the campground – our nomadic convergence is coming to an end.

I can not even convey what this month has meant to me. When we hit the road so many years ago, we knew of few others doing this travel and work thing. The lack of a continuity of friendships and community was difficult for me. But finding and being part of this NuRVers community coming together changed my outlook and provided a basis for forming so many truly meaningful connections.

I envy the RVers just hitting the road who have this tribe ready to welcome them.

I leave you with this limerick that, our now dear friend, Pace wrote us last night as the rest of the world watched some sportsball game thing:

“ŽTechnomadia lives in a bus.
They’ve interesting things to discuss.
Their good natures shine
IRL and online.
I’m glad that they crossed paths with us.

Until next time NÁ¼RVers… I’m so glad your paths continue to cross with ours.