 |
| Paths crossing in Castlewood State Park, Missouri. April 2018. |
Where will I land for 2021-2022?
As Bones said long ago: "...in ignorance, I await my own surprise."
At the top of my short list - today - is New Orleans. It's where I might be right now, if it weren't for COVID's rude trespass onto our planet.
This winter's cold has me longing for balmy places next year. Consequently, warm whispers from surprising places are in my ear.
- Miami
- Pascagoula, Mississippi
The borderlands continue to call me. Specifically, the US side of Tijuana.
Or maybe this will be the year I go international.
Also a mystery is what I'll do during my annual relocation intermission.
In past times:- Between Opelousas and El Paso: Guatemala, Washington, D.C., Colorado, and Toronto.
- Between El Paso and Ferguson: Big Bend National Park, South Louisiana, Arkansas, and the Missouri Ozarks.
- Between Ferguson and Tucson: Mexico City, South Louisiana, and El Paso.
- Between Alamogordo and Lafayette, Louisiana: A road trip with my mom through the Southeast.
Under consideration for this year's intermission, all dependent on COVID, are:
- A trip to a Big City with one of my descendants. New York City is our Plan A. Toronto is our Plan B.
- A month's stay in an international location. China, Vietnam, and South Korea are on my mind, influenced by my English-learner students. From today's perspective, however, none of these destinations appear realistic for at least six months.
- New Mexico and El Paso.
- Wild card - some place or activity that hasn't yet hit my imagination.
A time in Missouri with family and friends is a given, with bases at Chez Katherine and Carol Cottage.
Other times when I awaited my own surprise
- 2015: Relocation: Plan A, Plan B, and A Lie
- 2016: Passport Ritual and the Beginning of Good-Bye
- 2020: Relocation: COVID-19 Unfolding, Part 20: Where Am I Going?
No comments:
Post a Comment