Desperate to travel?

I have spent the better part of the last eight years on the road, I have learned to life out of suitcases and microwave meals, up until now the only other stint of down time was four years ago and that lasted six months. Back then I was desperate to hit the road, didn't matter where as long as there was a job. It was where I wanted to be, the adventure, the anticipation of not knowing what it might bring. Whether it might a be blown engine and being stuck along side of the road or plowing thru snow that seems endless holding my breath with every mile and every turn threatening to bring me and all my world to a cold and white nightmare, only to survive with spent nerves. It seemed like every month with the prospect of travel the child in me could hardly wait for what the road might hold. With each passing day I am actually thankful the phone call hasn't come to send us back out into the world. Don't get me wrong living on unemployment is no picnic, nor is not having insurance but that is a small price to pay for my happiness. I miss having my family around even if they drive me nuts more than I care to admit to myself, I missed walking out my door and hearing the whinny of a very eager horse, glad to see me not just because she wants fed but because she is happy to see me. I miss the beauty that surrounds me. When that call comes I have to ask myself can I let all that go again. For now I am glad I don't have to answer that question.