Returning home is hard when you no longer have a home. After more than 8 months on the road we are back in the Seattle area, trying to figure out what we will do from here.
We sold our house and have been fortunate to rent it back for a short time; at least we don’t have to sleep in tents for a while. It has allowed us the space we needed both physically and emotionally to finish our travels, take a breath and ask the big questions.
- Who have we become over the past 9 months? None of the three of us is the same person who left here last July/August. For Tom and me, this means overwhelming gratitude that B has grown into the young man we always knew existed. Tom and I have also changed, though perhaps not quite so dramatically. In many ways we are more flexible, in others, less so. For example, the idea of compromising to live a life we do not want is anathema.
- Where do we want to live, for now? How I wish one of us had a place we longed to live. I miss Dublin but am not sure I long to live there. I love new experiences and am open to almost every foreign city I hear mentioned. While I do not want to continue travelling the way we have been, I am very ready to try another city, country, continent for a few years. Tom is less a wanderlust than I; he likes the idea of a home but as soon as that thought is out of his mouth he brings up a job in Belgium or some other interesting place. Brendan is by far the most decisive – he wants to play rugby, on a good team. Anything else is gravy!! When we threw out the idea of Belgium his second question was if real Belgian waffles are better than those he has tasted in America!!
- What kind of work do we want to do? Brendan’s only job for now is to finish high school and that can be done in myriad ways all over the world, much to his dismay!! I am also decided on this; I want to write. This too can be done in myriad ways all over the world. Unfortunately, Tom cannot answer the job question so definitively.
Big decisions are always difficult, too many huge decisions have left me suffering with decision paralysis; and so I find myself spinning in circles, unsure what is next. Thankfully we don’t need to decide today; instead I walked the dog, Tom rode his bike, and B ran. Sometimes (actually, always!!) life happens in the small experiences, the teeny-tiny decisions. And for now I choose to indulge my love of food and cook dinner, and of course, have a glass of Chianti.