I Think I Was a Hobo in a Past Life - What Do You Think?
Today was a good day to wander around the backroads.
As I crossed a railroad track, I did my usual thing… make sure there are no oncoming trains, make sure no one is behind me, stop on the tracks, take a picture, and gaze down the tracks as far as the eye can see.
I always ponder where the tracks lead and wish I could ride the rails to see.
My mind goes back to years gone by...
I remember the tracks I stumbled upon during a Sunday morning drive.
I recall the tracks after a snowfall during a northern Illinois winter.
I reflect on my favorite south Georgia train tracks.
Suddenly, a random thought hits me and I wonder… was I a hobo in a past life?
Most of my family is supportive of my current lifestyle but I have that one semi-snooty cousin who rolls her eyes and refers to me as the family vagabond… because I chose to live in my cozy little home in wheels.
Maybe there’s something to the label she's assigned to me 🤔
Your friendly family vagabond,
Connie 🍂
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