I am stepping into the unknown with my family in tow. We have moved out of our house, sold or given away whatever didn’t fit into our new lifestyle, and we are poised on the edge of the next step of our lives. Yet here we sit. Two weeks, that’s how long we have been poised in the edge of this precipice. Waiting for a signature, waiting for bureaucracy to complete its long slow circle of evolution before it releases its firm grasp on us all.
We bought an R.V. to live in full time. We have been staying nearby in a safe place while our families wait for our imminent departure so that we might spend a holiday with them before we begin our next line of obligations. Work, school, and the basic r.v. 101 newbie learning curve that we will inevitably have to overcome through harsh roads, weather, and probably some people too.
Despite the set backs, and despite the sense of frustration we all feel, I’m truly grateful to those I have chosen to spend my life with, grateful that they too have chosen to spend their lives with me. My amazing oldest son who is getting so much better at speaking with me over the phone, due to the distance we live apart, and my youngest son who has recently just turned a year old this very month. My wife who has reached a major milestone in her own life recently, despite the various challenges she has faced. Everything from seemingly ever shifting schedules, to slow or uncooperative internet connections, we seem to have faced a little of anything that could have happened.
To those few who read my words here, thank you too and happy holidays; whatever they may be.