I’m currently reading A Heart in a Body in the World by Deb Caletti. In the book, the main character is running from Washington State to DC. Her grandfather is following her route in an RV and meets her at her stopping point each day. She sleeps and eats in the RV with occasional stops at hotels and restaurants for a real bed and different food. She is running as a response to a tragedy in her life.
The book reminds me that I’ve always kind of wanted to walk across the county. I don’t know why. It’s just always been something that appeals to me. Part of it, I’m sure goes back to my thoughts of running away I’ve had since I was a kid. I’m sure it helps that I’ve had a not so great stretch of time and am not really happy with what I’m doing with my life right now. I’m in the prime mental state for an activity that would take me away from people. A solitary walk across the country sounds appealing. A solitary walk across the country with my family in an RV to meet me at the end of each day sounds even more appealing. I want to run away from the world, not my family.
I would obviously go in the opposite direction. I would start in DC and walk to the west coast. I would map a route that would take me through Kentucky so I could stop in to see family there on the way. I could take pictures and blog about each leg of the trip. I would get away from the world and spend each day in solitude and end each night with my wife and kids in the RV. The more I write about it, the more appealing it sounds.
Now I just need to convince my wife that I should quit my job and walk across the county. That she should take a leave of absence to follow me in an RV. That my kids should go with her. Seems unlikely.