One of the things many nomads eventually notice is that we tend to weave in and out of one another’s lives.
Unlike traditional communities, we do not usually live on the same street, in the same town, or even in the same state. We are constantly moving. Yet somehow our paths continue to cross.
You may camp with someone for a few days, a few weeks, or even an entire season. Then one of you leaves and heads in a different direction.
Months may pass.
Sometimes years.
Then one day you pull into a campground, a boondocking area, an LTVA, a gathering, or even a parking lot and there they are.
Someone you have not seen in a long time.
Someone you genuinely missed.
And just like that, the conversation picks up where it left off.
This happens over and over throughout the nomadic community.
We meet people.
We travel together for a while.
We separate.
We reconnect.
Then we separate again.
Some become lifelong friends.
Others are simply part of a particular chapter of our journey.
Yet all of them become part of the larger fabric of nomadic life.
Many nomads know exactly what this feels like. We often joke that the road is both a very large place and a very small one. The longer you travel, the more familiar faces seem to appear in unexpected places.
This cycle of meeting, parting, and reconnecting is part of what makes the nomadic lifestyle unique.
The Weavers are not a club.
They are not an organization.
They are simply the people whose paths continually cross as we move through the seasons of nomadic life.
We weave into one another’s stories.
We weave out again.
And somewhere down the road, often when we least expect it, the threads cross once more.
I look forward to crossing paths again….