Life is a curious thing. If anyone could have told me 11 years ago that in 2017 I would be traveling the world for 9 months with my beautiful daughters and husband, I would not have believed it, yet here I am. It has been rough at times, I’m not going to lie or cover over the gritty truth with smiling photos.
We have been living in Airbnb’s and therefore appreciating the local life, shopping in corner stores, taking local buses, washing and hanging the clothes to dry, the list could go on endlessly.
The thing is even if you told me last year we would do this I might not have believed it.
My skin is dry, my face broken out, and my bottom quite larger than when I left Maui mid last July (The bread is really good here). The children have crying bouts as often as I do. Bernie and I have laughed harder than we have our whole marriage, it helps that he does some kooky stuff occasionally (regularly). Through it all we are developing a closeness a bond, a tenacity… when I feel like quitting and going home Scarlet spurs me on saying we are going to do what we said we were going to do, we are not quitters. Then Eleanore says something delightful like: “I’m going to move to California, no wait I’m scared of the dark”.
We came with a finite about of space and it is difficult to say no to buying just one more little stuffed animal (x three) especially when I have mommy guilt for packing up and selling all of their stuff. Every time we have to move to a new Airbnb, and pack up the house I feel like I am going to have a mild mental break. Then the Universe grants me another little boon, like low shipping costs, friendly postal workers, no line and an ample parallel parking space in front of the Correus (post office). Proving that all of my worries are needless and a waste of vital energy. I have been trying to learn this lesson for ages, don’t stress, be in the moment, breathe. It goes against my waiting for “impending doom” nature.
We’re really doing this it is sinking in 50+ days in and booked through January… there is no going home. We are home. We are doing this to connect with each other, ourselves, other cultures.
The beauty of this curious life is that we don’t know what is next or just around the corner and when we think that we do we’re mostly wrong. The surprise, the feeling that yes the Universe holds me I am supported… oh and that shopkeeper who ripped me off on stamps the other day also has to answer to the laws of Karma.
P.S. I wrote this a week ago and now I am happy to report my butt is shrinking, my face has cleared and I got a dental cleaning for 19euro ($23). Life is better!
4 thoughts on “Curious Life”
Appreciate your honesty it seems like a daunting task living out of a suitcase for a few Months with no children. Congratulations to all of you
Love hearing of your family’s adventures!
Hi Tiffany – I’m enjoying your visualizing your experiences. The joy of traveling is enjoying where you are for some days (including the unexpected bumps – and you’re right they build stamina, confidence and keep you all close) and then you get to experience and entirely new culture. Now you are aware and will be aware of the stamp rip-off types. More adventures await! You’re being a wonderful and patient Mom to help your family enjoy this experience – keep going strong!
Our Best, Len and my now grown children Ned and Claire who are also great travelers.
Loving your blog, the gritty truth of real travel, and seeing your smiling faces.