Another new friend has moved on, and I am sad all over again. One by one, they are leaving for other places. I will see some of them again, I’m sure, but this sadness is an inevitable consequence of nomadic living. People come and go in your life. You don’t get to hang onto them forever.
Here is Linda May, everyone’s surrogate mother, who fed us French toast and made us laugh. There is no one who doesn’t love Linda.
Linda May, Doodle the poodle, and Coco Chanel in front of the Van With No Name
She is off to find a piece of land where she plans to build a sustainable, off-grid Earthship home. I have promised to help build it (i.e., pound dirt into lots of tires), just so I can spend time with her again.
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Oh, that’s hard LaVonne, all the good byes…but what a great gift to have gotten to know these kindred spirits and helping build an EArthship is pretty awesome.
It was hard to say goodbye to you, too, Yolanda. But you’re right — I am so much richer for getting to know you and all the wonderful others.