As my travels come to a close, I’m reminded of my very favorite poem, The Double Life by Don Blanding.
How very simple life would be
If only there were two of me
A Restless Me to drift and roam
A Quiet Me to stay at home.
A Searching One to find his fill
Of varied skies and newfound thrill
While sane and homely things are done
By the domestic Other One.
And that's just where the trouble lies;
There is a Restless Me that cries
For chancy risks and changing scene,
For arctic blue and tropic green,
For deserts with their mystic spell,
For lusty fun and raising Hell,
But shackled to that Restless Me
My Other Self rebelliously
Resists the frantic urge to move.
It seeks the old familiar groove
That habits make. It finds content
With hearth and home — dear prisonment,
With candlelight and well-loved books
And treasured loot in dusty nooks,
With puttering and garden things
And dreaming while a cricket sings
And all the while the Restless One
Insists on more exciting fun,
It wants to go with every tide,
No matter where…just for the ride.
Like yowling cats the two selves brawl
Until I have no peace at all.
One eye turns to the forward track,
The other eye looks sadly back.
I'm getting wall-eyed from the strain,
(It's tough to have an idle brain)
But One says "Stay" and One says "Go"
And One says "Yes," and One says "No,"
And One Self wants a home and wife
And One Self craves the drifter's life.
The Restless Fellow always wins
I wish my folks had made me twins.
I think this poem is a perfect match for me…well other than wanting a wife, obviously. It reminds me of this journal entry I made when I was 19:
“Oh How I Ramble: I am what some might call a dreamer…looking past reason and wanting it all and more. How can I have it all though? Can someone have both a life of adventure and also a sensible life of settling down with a career and family…maybe? no? uncertainty? So which do I choose? Choose an unpredictable path? With twists and turns? Steering away from the ordinary and mundane? Or do I choose the typical path?…a seemingly pleasant future of marriage, children, etc? time will tell which is best for me I suppose. At times I feel as though I’m rushing through life by always trying to reach the next step….the right step. So now I will embark on my future at present. I feel as though I am blindly stepping toward what may come. Reaching out, but not finding anything to hold onto…what will come? Will I choose the safe route or will I dare to step into the unknown? Uncertainty is somewhat enticing…”
It’s seven years later, and I’m still torn between a life of adventure and a life of comfort. I’m still struggling between the lives of the “Restless Me” and the “Quiet Me”.
South Carolina was not at all what I expected, I would say that overall it was a good experience. I tried new things, dove back into work, and got to see another part of the US. That's the positive spin on it at least.
Really, SC is lovely. The ocean, the forest, the river, ah the beauty, but work was just unbelievably overwhelming. Someone used the phrase "therapy sweatshop." I think that about sums it up. Overworked. I must say though, working in that place maximized my appreciation for previous employers (including my summer job of hauling rocks). I’ve always wondered what travel therapy would be like so I‘m very thankful for this experience. In theory, it’s ideal. The company pays for travel expenses and housing, and the therapist in return fulfills a 13 wk contract. In reality it was not ideal, but perhaps at a different facility it wouldn’t be as bad. I’ll let my fellow travelers make that decision though. I’ve decided to take my job back at good ol’ S-&-Dub. Reminds me of the Cheers theme song.
Although I was consumed with work I did make time for some F-U-N. Over the summer I…
lived 5 minutes from the beach
Lolapalooza’d in Chicago
parasailed
kayaked a bunch
went crabbing
went off-shore fishing
enjoyed many nights of live music and dancing
embarked on a 23 hr road trip…twice
and met some delightful people and made new friends
I was hoping to venture out of the country again before 2011 but due to unexpected expenses, that’ll have to wait for just a bit. I’ll keep on saving for my next big adventure though! And of course I’m always accepting travel donations :)
I do love being back in Texas though…where “the stars at night are big and bright” clap clap clap clap. Good people. Good friends. Endless possibilities for things to do. And it was 80 degrees on Halloween!! Where else can you find that? So I think I’ll sit and stay a while…at least until I get itchy feet again.