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In my quest to find some sort of peace with my place in life, I began to seek out adventure. I have been an off and on runner for quite a few years now, and while I had been running, I decided to try new trails, and make adventures out of my weekends. I drove up to Michigan to run 17 miles, and basked in the glory of getting out of my own town, and out of my own head. The more time I spent pursuing something that I had considered out of my reach, the more I found enjoyment in what I was doing.
I guess I may have gone a bit too far, because it was during this period that a friend showed me an auction site used by government agencies to sell public property. I signed up for an account, and with my very first bid won something a bit bigger than I expected to win.
I won a 2002 Thomas school bus.
The bus was in Washington D.C.
I had 7 days to pick it up.
So I flew to Washington D.C. and endeavored to drove the bus back to Ohio. It was probably one of the more crazy things I think I have ever done, and it was certainly way out of my comfort zone. I had never driven a vehicle that big before, and I had bought it on the internet, with no chance to inspect it or even determine if it would start when I got there. I took a HUGE risk and I really had no way to know how it would turn out.
The night before I flew out, I met a girl at a Wal-Mart to show her a cool quarry I had taken a picture of on a previous adventure, and we ended up getting coffee afterwords. We talked for several hours, and then I had to take another huge risk and tell her where I was going the next day. This was also something that was totally outside of my comfort zone. It really turned out that October 2016 was a fateful October.
To make the long story short, I spent the next four days getting the bus back to Ohio. It was an adventure I hope I never forget, driving through the fall leaves in the mountains of Maryland, Pennsylvania and West Virginia. When I finally made it home, I was exhausted but excited.
I had bought the bus in hopes of turning it into an RV. A mobile home. Somewhere to call my own. I had no peace in the apartment, and I was seeking something new and fulfilling. I was seeking a home.
Home is a word we throw around a lot, but I really do believe that ‘home’ is essential to peace. Having a place to call home can be the difference between hopeful and hopeless. Many who live in a house don’t truly have a home, and many who have no house, can have a happy home. Home is a place that you feel safe, a place that you find love, a place that is filled with peace.
Maybe your home doesn’t look like this, or at least it doesn’t right now, but I encourage you to identify those things in your life that are preventing you from being at peace, and work to change them. I knew that I wasn’t at peace where I was, and I started trying things I had never tried before to change where I was. I chose to seek a new way where my old way was not working. Sometimes finding peace means making a scary and drastic change.
To be concluded…
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