Ahhhhh, it feels so good to be settled somewhere again.
It’s funny to say that now and realize how much my definition of “settled” has changed in the last seven months (and holy cow, we’ve been traveling for seven months!) Although I don’t know where I’ll be sleeping a month from now and my home is once again a campground – McKinney State Park in Austin, Texas, at the moment – I feel a sense of stability that was missing a couple weeks ago when I was sleeping in a comfortable guest bed in my hometown.
Perhaps it’s that my family, the four of us I mean, are more connected when we’re in a strange place together.
We spent relatively little time together back in Iowa as we caught up with family and friends. The kids were grateful for the break from Mom and Dad, I think, and I appreciated being able to go visit a friend and leave the kids at home with their grandparents. Those other connections and that space are fabulous, but I have become so dependant on our family time. That need began when we moved away from our family more than four years ago, and it has only intensified on this extended road trip.
My stability may also be rooted in this tin can of a home, this 24 by 8 foot trailer that has more sleeping space than walking room.
There was a time when owning a home with plenty of space was important to me. Later, I imagined I could be completely nomadic, requiring no building or zip code to be home. I see now that I do need something that is mine, but it need not be anything large or spacious. I don’t know if it’s part of adulthood or personality specific, but a sense of domain is an integral part of my ability to be at peace. I need to be able to say, “This, this space right here, at this moment in time, is mine.”
And so, once again, I am at home on the road. And again, that’s where I found my happiness this week.
Where did you find yours?