After every other great vacation I have always been glad to get home. Glad to sleep in my own bed and see all of my “stuff” again. This time was different. It became obvious when we chose to stay another day in Houston, and then chose to spend the night at Lake Georgetown, rather than going directly to our RV garage and unloading from there… We were both stalling.
When all the unpacking was done my sweetie asked, “Are you glad to be home?”
“No,” I replied. “This doesn’t feel like home anymore. That does.”
We spent thirty days travelling from Austin, Texas all the way down to Key West, Florida and back. White sand, purple sunsets, turquoise water, rustling palms, Cuban coffee and delicious fresh seafood… Why would I miss home?
I had taken all of my very favorite things with me, and I knew they were my faves because I did the “fire drill test” on them. You know, if your home was on fire, and you only had five minutes, what would you grab?
Favorites were about all I could bring. My 19-year-old African Violet came along. I affixed her to the counter near the sink with museum putty. In the bedroom, I had four feet of hanging space, two large-ish overhead cubbies, one dresser drawer, and two feet of medicine cabinet space. There was space for books, a jigsaw puzzle, my journal and our iPads and laptops in the dining area, although we had zero connectivity the whole trip.
We were forced into a social media sabbatical, and after I got over the idea of “missing something,” I had a blast! We both read Carl Hiaasen’s latest books–Bad Monkey and Razor Girl–then re-read Skinny Dip. Who else would you read on a trip through Florida except the man who’s been called “Florida’s sharpest satirist?” It was fantastic being right where his books were set.
Since I had been promising my dear sister an RV trip before she passed away, I brought her small Cloisonne urn with me. I did draw the line at taking her into Disney World though. That would have been just plain weird, right?
This morning we’ve decided we won’t be renewing our apartment lease when it expires in 60 days. Our highest priority is making sure we will have wi-fi access. The open road is calling, and I’m excited about this change!