Fuoco Fatuo

When we left the condo in Myrtle Beach we packed everything we own into our Honda Civic in four hours. 

Seriously. 

It will get faster. We have a bag of winter coats that we brought along to Pennsylvania. We are leaving them here. We had some spare sheets; never used them. We gave them away. We have three duffel bags of clothing; one wasn't unpacked. We'll sort through that unopened bag.

I stumbled across a song from Nicola Conte recently. Called “Fuoco Fatuo,” it is about a nightclub (Noah's Ark) that is filled to capacity, no one gets in unless someone leaves. The chorus has the refrain, “One in, one out; one out, one in.” Deb and I use that as a guide to our possessions. If I order new tennis sneakers, an old pair is discarded. New jeans? The old ones go.

We're only four months into this adventure, but so far we love it. We don't feel any discomfort about not having roots anywhere and we enjoy the freedom of being able to call wherever we are home.