Hello world!
Like most things, I don’t think a single moment or choice led us to “that moment”. That moment when a little light goes on in your mind, and that little light just happens to line up perfectly with a burst of confidence, however fleeting. When you find yourself not caring what everyone else is doing. Not thinking about all the little reasons it might not work. Just a, ” Why the heck not?! We could do it!” moment.
We had our moment, side by side, feet in a river, looking at a State Park Map. In that moment it was clear that going home would feel like something inside us was dying. We could either let it go and always wonder what would have been,…Or let it grow and find out what we are made of. When my husband and I looked at my sister and brother-in-law, they seemed to know what we were thinking. And they were up for an adventure!
Four adults, five kids, one 16-passenger van, and a gutted scout trailer tagged along behind us. We set off for what ended up being 56 days of being away from “Home”. Though, our two-year-old calls camping home now. So we don’t call the house that these days. “I want to go home”, has taken on a very different meaning for us but it could not be more true.