I get much further afield in the average week than little Dora, seeing as I'm an adult, can drive, and have a job that requires me to travel to meet clients from the (Grand) Strand to Savannah, from Beaufort to the Blue Ridge, & rather a lot of places in between. Today I arrived a bit early for my final appointment of the day, only to find the client I was to see hadn't yet arrived from school & wasn't due to be home for another hour. After killing time in several local stores, I found myself wandering a side road to see where it'd take me. I didn't find anything unexpected, but it was nice to know where this particular road meandered off to.
Having spent a good bit of my early childhood in cars traversing any of many routes between Queens & Connecticut, I've got a certain amount of wanderlust in my veins. This probably accounts for my willingness to drive down unfamiliar roads just to find out where they end, to follow woodland paths where they lead, & to travel both within the USA & abroad. How else could I possibly account for my not feeling terribly homesick during three years in England & willingly following my husband to the "terra incognita" of Dixie?
Keep exploring, Dora! It's good for you.
