"Go west, young man" resounds in my thoughts. My eyes are blurry, but the Suburban is almost packed. Recently, my time has not been my own, as clients have been badgering me to do their work before I go. I've been unable to convince them that this journey is not a vacation. The preparation for departure has been going on for two months, and now I hardly have time to sleep before I commence the first leg-15 hours to Durango, Colorado.
I had no idea how much preparation would be required. It's the little things that make you crazy. For example, just four days ago, I had to source a signature stamp so my partner could help with banking at the home office, and I've spent days loading important data to the laptop. I've learned how to seize control of my home computer via the telephone so I can access any data I need. Despite the exhaustion, my heart is pounding with anticipation. I feel very alive.
Five thousand miles of driving in eight weeks can open new vistas and, when you spend your time in the mountainous West, the scenery is glorious. For me, freedom is traveling west on the loneliest highway in the United States-Highway 55 across Nevada--or reviewing an otherwise lengthy and tedious lease in the shade of a pool umbrella. The everyday nature of my work now forms a baseline, a comfort factor that generates cash flow while my senses luxuriate in the newness of my environment. I look forward to working, just so I can sit still.