Roots...do they rotate?

In September of 1964 I met the girl that would become my wife. For the first time in my life I was discussing the future with someone important, someone who mattered. Common ground and ideas that we both agreed on were the goals when we talked. Damn,  we were young! Aspirations, hopes dreams, all checked off on the list. My own list was about one line long, I wanted a family and roots. You know, the "American Dream", cat in the window, etc. I had never had roots. Too many houses, too little time in each. I felt somewhat adrift.

Now, I have the cat. I also have daughters and grandchildren, but still no roots. With the first part of my new plan in place, roots do not appear to be prominent in my future. More like a distant and hazy mirage. There seem to be more things to put on  a "bucket list" than roots could accommodate. They are places. People will be added as I go. Recollection tells me that I have been moving, traveling, visiting places almost since birth. In that span, including military, I have lived in 6 states, been on a cruise or two, spent time in 8 different countries and about two dozen of our states. Old song seems to say it well, Travelin' man.

Obviously my plan doesn't seem to allow for stopping any time soon. There is no big map on the wall with different colored pins or magic marker. Hell I don't even really know where I'll go first, but my mind is overflowing with possibilities...West, Southwest, West Coast, National Parks, Canyons, Waterfalls, Mountains. Just nothing flat! Natural beauty or man-made? Museums, you bet! 

Using recollection again, obviously my first well rooted plan did not work. Perhaps a new un-routed one will. Maybe it's my destiny, we'll wait and see!