A couple of years back I made the decision to pack up and go walkabout. To wander where I willed; to take this turn not that. To ride a train for the journey rather than for the destination. Ready to set forth I found the freedom I had at hand was what I needed to be able to be there for my mother: her last Christmas,birthday and so forth. Thus my walkabout was held over. I am now, I believe underway. Like all true walkabouts I will come and go.