The new-to-us GPS unit we recently purchased from my father instructs us to turn left.  We ignore her, and turn right instead… our way seems more scenic.

‘Re-calculating‘ she proclaims.

She comes back with instructions to get us back on her previously researched route. We’re obstinate.  We ignore her and continue on the route that calls us stronger her than voice.   She keeps re-calculating to get us back on track. Her track.

Re-calculating!  Make a u-turn! Re-calculating!!

We anticipate that any moment smoke will start pouring out of her ports from all the re-calculating.

Our GPS unit doesn’t seem to have a setting for ‘Route via Serendipity’.

Our serendipitous nomadic life doesn’t have much room for pre-planning.  We’ve intentionally designed our lives to be in tune with serendipity and remaining agile to choose to follow it.  Some might call it pronoia – or trusting that the universe is conspiring in your favor.  Some might call it godly winks, synchronicity, fate or just darn good luck.

This past week, since we agreed to accept an unsolicited offer to quickly sell our current home and deliver it to Virginia, has been a huge leap of faith in serendipity.   A clear plan ahead just hasn’t made itself known to us, the clock is ticking and we’re constantly exploring the options at a dizzying pace.

Despite brief stark moments of terror at the realization of what we’re doing, we keep mentally moving forward following serendipity’s beacon.  While we physically move northward with our re-calculating GPS .

One moment we’re researching a vintage bus that seems promising, and start plotting a logistical path to move towards it.   And then we diverge, and consider an entirely different path.

  • Find a short term apartment!
  • Go crash with a friend!
  • Rent a van!
  • Get a storage unit!
  • How about the condo in St. Thomas? Oh wait..  that was a joke.
  • Get a cheap temporary home-on-wheels!
  • Ooops… finding a worthy cheap motorhome is too time consuming.
  • Ooo.. look at this bus!

We’re re-calculating what our next turn is often. Sometimes several times a day.

When it happens, we now grin at each other and say ‘Re-calculating‘ in our best GPS voice.

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