On the Road At Last

We felt like a thieves slipping through the night. Thieves refusing to follow “rules” and breaking out of the “box” we had created for ourselves. Thieves, tired from days of planning and plotting yet determined to complete the final phase of the mission.

Originally we had planned to leave in August.  We soon realized the absurdity of that plan and pushed our departure back to October 9th. It would have been a perfect way to celebrate our unofficial official anniversary. But as a bird had reminded us 12 and a half years ago when he dropped a “gift” on Brent’s breakfast muffin as we strolled along the Thames during the wee morning hours in newly engaged bliss– shit happens…even during the best of times.

Brent got sick and lay in bed for 5 days.  Work projects took longer than planned.  No matter how much I packed it still felt like I was just starting.  We changed our date of departure to October 16th.  Then the 19th.

Finally on October 23, we found ourselves walking in stealth to the rv parking lot in the back of our neighborhood that had begun to sleep.  We had hitched the trailer to the truck before the sun had settled so our arms, tired from 15 hours days of packing and cleaning, were loaded with our remaining items.  Being in front of our little ragtag group, I held my breath hoping to avoid the spider webs that I knew hung like valences over the path every evening. The pugs ran in circles (we had accidentally packed away the leashes) around our feet, darting in and out of each driveway we passed.  Poor confused creatures.  The cat crouched in bag strapped across my body.  I like to think he was excited to be a part of our “heist”.

This was not how I imagined it.

During months prior, I had daydreamed of our departure and it looked like this. The warm California sun would pour out its magic making everything more beautiful than reality.  The RV would be meticulously packed and organized. We would stand in a circle holding hands praying for our trip.  We would hugs our friends one last time and lean out the windows waving and etching their beautiful faces into our minds.  Then we would drive into the sunset to live adventurously ever after.

Instead I felt like an outlaw.

And I loved it.

Life is rarely picturesque and beauty is so much more than a Hallmark card.   Once settled into the truck we said our prayers and drove north into the night.  The pugs were tucked into their “den”, the cat curled up, the boys fell asleep in the back seat, and Brent and I held each other’s sore and tired hands our eyes resting on the road.  It didn’t matter that Thing 2 was wearing his brother’s clothing, that we had at the eleventh hour let go of some of our favorite items, and I didn’t know where I packed my toothbrush.

We had done it.  After years of dreaming, we were on the road with almost everything we owned in tow behind us.  The fumes of exhilaration ran out and the peace of God settle my heart.  It will be ok.

Let the adventure begin.

love and laughter,

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I'm Jenn and I'm so happy you stopped by our little corner of the web. My favorite moments are cuddling with my boys, listening to the purrs of my cat, and sipping warm cups of tea. The smell of orange blossoms conjures up delightful memories of childhood even though I grew up in Indiana hundreds of miles from citrus groves. I love animals and when I'm stressed I dream of owning a goat farm. I love art, road trips, books, and food. Vintage clothes make me ridiculously happy. Red lipstick is my friend.

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11 Responses to “On the Road At Last”

  1. Tricia(Geeky Explorers) Says:

    Congrats on the departure! I hear you on delays…doc appointment in an hour which I am hoping gives us the all clear. Can’t wait to read about your adventures & we will see you on the road!


  2. MarthaB Says:

    Safe travels…


  3. Erin (Travel Eat Repeat) Says:

    Safe travels! I’m looking forward to following your adventures around the country.


  4. Tamara Says:

    Safe and happy trails, Jenn and family! xoxo


  5. Stefani Says:

    Love what you’ve done with the place! Praying for safe travels and fun adventures for you and your family 🙂


  6. Jess Says:

    I’ve been waiting for this day. Now I get to live vicariously through you! Let the memory making begin!!!


  7. Mariza Says:

    Congratulations! Our move also took longer than we had expected, but it’s done! It feels great!


  8. Lisa Says:

    Happy trails….to you!


  9. Boyink Says:

    Congrats on the launch – even if it’s a bit wobbly yet..;)

    It’s been bittersweet reading about you guys getting out on the road while we”re in the process of (temporarily) getting back into our stick-home.

    On parking the rig – it will get easier. Best advice I got from a long-term RV’r was “don’t think you have to get it right the first time.” Don’t worry if it’s precisely straight in the spot (like I did at first), and don’t be afraid to tell would-be helpers “thanks..but we need to learn to do this ourselves.” Have the family stand in the spot along the edges, if you’re helping make sure you can see the driver in the mirror otherwise he can’t see you. If the diesel is too loud to talk over get some family radios or use cell phones to communicate with. Give the boys tasks in setting up and breaking down – placing wheelchocks, locking/unlocking storage compartments, getting rugs out, etc.

    Give yourself at least 6-8 weeks to get your “road legs” – remember that you are completely re-learning how to live day to day.

    And…as we are learning…be prepared to come back as different people…;)


  10. Bonita Nims Says:

    You need to write a book…..love your expeditions….I’ve always wanted to be a gypsy


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