Anxious

As I'm standing over our furniture side tables, dusting them furiously, working the oil cleaner into the grains of the wood, I wonder why we need these pieces of furniture at all. Yes, they hold our DVDs, so they're serving a purpose I suppose. But I all of the sudden don't want them - the DVDs, the furniture, any of it. I just want to move it all outside with a big "FREE" sign on it, jump in Harvey and drive. I'm not in a "just-gotta-get-away" mood either - I'm happy, in a great mood actually. I'm just realizing more and more that I'm ready - ready to try this whole "living on the road" thing out. Not knowing what living on the road will be like, I can't speak to it and say that's what we'll do forever. But I am SO ready to try!