I went to New York City this week for a couple days to attend a writing conference. The content was useful and the conversations meaningful. I got to spend a night in a suite at The Ritz-Carlton Central Park and I was asked for directions several times, as if I looked like I belonged in my favorite city.
But you know what?
None of it compared to coming home to a 24 foot travel trailer in Nashville, Tennessee.
Before this trip, this complete change in how we live, I lived for the next adventure. I couldn’t wait to hop on a plane and head off to a new place. Now I’m eager to explore and still love the thrill of traveling, but every trip I take without Jared and the kids is always missing something.
People ask me often what’s in store for us at the end of this year of traveling around the United States, and I always reply that I don’t know. I don’t know if we’ll settle in one of the cities we’ve fallen in love with or if we’ll follow the open road across borders and oceans. What I do know for certain, however, is that I will not go back to a life where the four of us are background characters in each other’s lives.
There is no adventure without them.
They were my homecoming and my happiness this week.
What was yours?