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PUTTING MY MINI WHERE MY MOUTH IS

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This time last year…
I was in a job I loved for over 17 years, I lived in an apartment I adored for 15 years, and was on the same great career trajectory that I had been on since college.

Now, one year later…
I resigned from my job, got evicted from my apartment (in the nicest possible way) and decided I needed to take some time for God and me to figure out what the next chapter in my life will look like.

To be clear,  I am not homeless  (stand down, Mom) I left a few books and some clothing in the guest room at my folks, with whom I also left my beloved Toby dog. But the rest was packed into climate controlled storage by professionals clearly skilled in the game of furniture tetris.  With the exception of a few things I sold, all of my possessions, all that represented my 40-something life, fit into a single 10’x10′ room. I am still not sure what I feel about that.

So I’m hitting the road…

Packing up Bluebell

I love history and I love to travel,  however I am a hack at both. To be honest I’ve only been on three bonafide road trips in my life.  The first when I was 9 and my parents rented an RV dragging us up and down the east coast on a Great American History Tour – which my sister and I quickly renamed as the Please-Not-Another-Colonial-Village Tour.  The second was when a friend from church and I drove from San Francisco to Chicago in my old hand-me-down-down-down 1977 Jeep Wagoneer for my senior year of college. We ate apples and peanut butter to stay on budget, prayed fervently every time the Jeep (the Heap as we called it) took any kind of hill, and were subject to stares and a few racial slurs at a Burger King in South Dakota (did I mention my friend was African-American?) Yeah, that was disappointing, America.

The last road trip was my favorite. After graduation, my sister flew out to join me in limping the Heap back home to San Francisco. It was hot, and peak tourist season, and our budget allowed for little more than my first trip. But we had the best time. We cried for love of country at the lighting of Mount Rushmore, gasped as cowboys were thrown at the Cody Night Rodeo, and bet how many Winnebagos we could get to pull over in Yellowstone Park if we stood on the side of the road pointing into the woods (the answer was eight)  We celebrated the 4th of July in a small town in Idaho, performed several complete musicals driving through the wasteland that is eastern Nevada and pulled into San Francisco filled with memories (and relief) and vowing to do another road trip as soon as possible.

Then came Real Life Responsibilities.

My new plates. Story Girl or Stray Girl? Or both?

Which brings us to now.  For over a year the creative work at my job had become less and less compelling and combined with losing my rent controlled apartment in San Francisco, the thought of getting back out on the road seemed like a great idea.

I never took a gap year – that year European kids take to travel the world before they enter university – so I guess I’m taking mine now.

Because really, taking a gap year sounds much more wistful than a mid-life crisis.

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  1. rOSA

    i AM SO EXCITED FOR YOU. wILL BE KEEPING YOU IN PRAYER AND THAT GOD PROVIDES YOU WITH TRAVELING MERCY. cAN’T WAIT TO READ YOUR NEXT POST. lOVE YOU MY FRIEND.

    21 . 03 . 2017
  2. David Brickner

    Hi Princess Gretchen. I love the pic of you and the mini. I hope you aren’t doing cross country in that. I would get CLAUSTROPHOBIA! Bless you.

    21 . 03 . 2017
  3. Lynette chun

    I loved reading Your post. KeEp them coming!

    21 . 03 . 2017
  4. Kathie Dietz "Mom"

    WOW -are you fantastic! What writing, what humor, compassion, curiosity, and delight in living! A joy and amazement to read. Who knew that you’d become: a Fantastic teller of the stories he brings to you and the heart you bring to them. “Sail On”, as Simon and Garfinkle sing out. Can’t remember the rest of the phrase or song it is in (and don’t want to “do a MOM”) so will leave you to fill in the blanks, dear. Love and blessings ,and all the angels I can summon surround you on this trip for safety, protection, and the enjoyment of God’s presence in all HIS many manifestations! May the last picture in your blog be one of Blubell and you turning in front of the house as you approach the carport to “temporary Home’ where all you love you await Expectantly.

    22 . 03 . 2017
  5. Amanda

    Sounds like a wonderful adventure! If you wind up in the nIagara region or close to the ontario border let us know and we’ll come see you! You are also welcome to come see us as well. We’re just a couple of hours drive from niagara falls. Looking forward to reading more about your adventures! Many blessings for a safe and joy filled time away from the ordinary.

    22 . 03 . 2017
  6. Terri Lorin wright

    Well, Gretchen, a lot has happened since I talked to you last! I am looking forward to following your exploits as you go. Do you have a major game plan about where you will be each week, or are you drifting as it occurs to you?

    What an exciting venture! I love you and wish you much luck and love wherever you go!

    Love, Terri
    Terri Lorin wright

    22 . 03 . 2017
  7. Fe Casher

    Thank you for all these wonderfully written stories that let us share your adventures with you. If you see another email address that may sound like mine, that’s because I re-subscribed to be sure I do not miss anything! Enjoy and stay safe! Love, Fe

    28 . 03 . 2017

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