But it has been four months since I sold my house, and this is the first time I’ve ventured out of Michigan. I guess that means the journey has begun.
In these four months, I’ve camped in the driveways of relatives and friends, camped in forests and parks. I didn’t camp during the month I spent in Germany, but that’s another story.
In these four months, I’ve learned
- Good-byes are hard. I’ve spent some fabulous time with children, siblings, parents, and friends. I enter into their lives and get to know their routines. We cook together (sometimes I watch), and play together. I get familiar with the surroundings and the routine. Then, I have to leave–usually for months. It makes me feel desolate.
- Backing up a trailer is possible–sort of. I can hitch up the darned thing by myself. I can drive it with some minor anxiety. I’m slowly learning to back it up–badly.
- I think I made the right decision. I say this hesitantly, but maybe that’s because I just left some good friends and my home state and spent the night at a truck stop/gas station in Leesburg, Indiana, where the temperature dipped to near freezing. At least, I was near freezing. For a middle-aged woman and her very aged dog, this seems to lack dignity. At least the dog thought so. “Get over it,” I told her. “This won’t be the last time.”
- To Pray. Not as in, “Oh, God. Get me out of this bad situation,” but every day so I can move on peacefully, mindfully, and with faith that “all things work for good for those who love God.”
So, the reasons for this journey still hold. I still believe in them. I haven’t crested the mountain yet, but I can see the light from the far side.
Come with me. Let’s see what happens.