Some of you are aware of our travel adventures, some of you may have no idea. Currently, I’m sitting in our huge diesel truck as we head up the road from Tennessee to Kentucky, our RV Road Trip travels officially underway. We’re taking this first stretch to gather our thoughts and figure out the best way to share our travels with the world. For now, you simply get my musings along the way.
What is home?
As I’ve run from house to travel trailer and back again, prepping our place for AirBnB and packing, repacking, downsizing and more, it’s gotten confusing for the girls when we say we’re going “home.” Really, what is home to us?
I asked my daughter Clara this question several months ago, when our dreams of traveling the States in an RV were a simple idea we were playing with. She wrote me the letter below, full of beautiful drawings and her truly getting into the zone of identifying what “home” really feels like.
Home. It’s the place where your story begins, right? It’s not a house or simply where you lay your head. Home is something so much more.
Home, to me, is my comfort, my security, where I feel belonging and connection. I don’t see it as a location, but a feeling.
My husband Nathan is home to me. My children are home. And on the beach in Nosara, Costa Rica, I feel at home.
Home is also when we play music, turn on our outside porch lights, and relax on our sweet little back porch in Nashville, TN.
Right now, home is the journey I’m taking with my family, exploring the US, carrying our trailer with us and setting up home from campsite to mountain range and soaking in the family I love so much.
It’s now dark outside. After a day of travel, trailer issues and landing in a very mediocre campsite, we were reminded of why we are doing this.
Juliet learned to ride a 2-wheel bike today. Seeing her joy and pride as she showed off her new skills and got back up again when she feel down…that’s the joy of “home.”
Clara and Ellie peacefully looked out the car windows talking with us about the sites outside, and tonight we roasted s’mores, watched colorful flames in the fire, and talked about what we are grateful for.
We shared stories about the days each of them were born, and all voiced what we love about Ellie, who will be seven tomorrow.
I’m finding myself more and more these days. I’m coming into my own home, in my own skin. I’m discovering new things about myself and unleashing my own creativity in new ways.
I’m appreciating the little things and stepping into the present.
I’m so grateful for this home – for it’s not about the soil around me, but that which is within my own soul.
Listen to Pico Iyer’s words as he describes “home” here – and think about what resonates with you:
Tell me – what is “home” to you?