Gypsy moments

I think I am connected to my grandfather on days like this. He was a wanderer and world traveler at such an early age. He evidently had no fear of the unknown, or he desperately didn't have anything to lose by hopping a freighter to China.
I somehow found it compelling during my 10 days of flu to post a resume, gather my transcripts, and apply for a job with the Secret Service.
Now, I can hear the ringing of the phone and me scampering to Maryland to report for duty. My only qualm? I called my son to find out how hard it is to get top secret clearance.
I also hear the ringing in my ears, which is my mom saying, "Why would you want to do that?"
I think if my mom pondered long enough, she would remember the days long ago when I converted an empty refrigerator cardboard box into the office for my detective agency. Yes, I was the next Nancy Drew.
All wanderings considered, two years seems to be my threshold. Three years wears on me. I think Maryland would be beautiful this time of year. I would love to wander a few more times before age takes its toll.
Exploring is the adrenaline I live by now that I don't have children to raise.