JUST GO!

       Every time I open my mouth to say my age I get confused. Am I really 64 years old? Somehow it  just doesn't make sense. I simply cannot understand that number. And yet, if you do the math it seems to be correct.    I've been a traveler now since January 25th this year. I sold my house, minimized and put the leftovers in a storage unit. Why? Because when you reach the age of 64 you find that most of your friends have become stationary/fixed in their ways. They seem happy to stay just where they are. Comfortable even if not completely happy. We experience more aches and pains. Perhaps our families have grown and we spend more time with extended families. It's harder to find time to socialize with friends. In some cases illness or physical issues are now obstacles. I get it. It was not easy to pack up and go.    Me? I thrive on change, diversity, the unexpected, and spontaneity. I have a youthful demeanor. I take measures to try to...

   I really didn't think I could do this, nor had I any real desire to either, but here I am. It's dormitory life for this 7th decade adventurer. WHY?????    The last time I lived in a dorm was in 1973-4. I went to college for one year, decided it was not my style and that was the end of that. I only had one roommate but she was a holy nightmare. Anti-social, early-to-bed/early-riser, unaccommodating and essentially a you-know-what. Basically a spoiled little girl.    It wasn't the roommate who turned me off. I just didn't like college life. So I quit and moved to Boston with another friend. I got a job driving a cab. Loved it. A story for another day. Soon enough I moved into a shared house with a few friends. We each had our own rooms. We also had too many freeloading "guests"!    As we get older we, and our lives change. In my case I went from students & friends to being single; from single to married; from married with...