How ironic that I would have the opportunity to reflect on my five years of nomadic family travel by being physically located in the place where we took off on January 5th, 2011. The time has passed like the miles on the road. And here we are five years older and hopefully wiser.
Gathered in the kitchen my parents recount the day we left.
“I will never forget watching you drive down the road with the snow just flying off of the RV and the van. Do you remember we shoveled about a foot of snow off of the top the morning you left?” says my dad. “I said to your mom, well, they can always call us if they need something!” We all laugh.
“I’ve never really thought about it from your perspective. That must have seemed crazy!” says my husband.
“We just said a prayer,” said my mom.
“We stood there and looked at each other. It was the first time you had pulled the van behind the RV, right Jon? And there you went with the snow just flying down the road,” said my dad.
“I can see why you thought we were nuts!” I said. “It was a jump off the cliff kind of moment where we knew if we eased into it, we might not do it. And so we jumped with no clue,” I said. I could imagine myself in their position as they shared their perspective.
It was fun to share our thoughts about the day we took off with our family in the RV with a dog, cat, and fish. Driving off into the unknown without a destination in mind and no experience staying overnight in the rolling home. The more we talked the more we laughed at the whole scenario.
Five Years of Full Time RV Travel
Reflecting on our five years of full time travel I can say it saved our lives. We were in need of a huge shift and jumping off the cliff of fear restarted our pulse. The leap gave us back ourselves. It gave us back our marriage and our relationship with our children.
The journey was challenging with moments of surrendering my life like when we had the RV brake failure. Working out the conflict of moving days and learning how to be patient and loving in a small space with four children. It was uncomfortable and yet deeply fulfilling.
I found myself out on the open road and dealt with my demons – depression, dissociation, and mistrust. Choosing to stretch myself and face fears as my children nudged me in directions where I needed healing. I let Jon into my deepest secrets. I shared with the world my shame and then released it towards the stars.
I have watched my children become young adults as they connected with people of all age ranges, cultures, and beliefs. I saw them accept people where they are and understand that everyone has a journey. My children have found themselves in the space they have been given to shine and not compete. They will leave my nest knowing that taking risks to follow your inner voice takes work and have seen love meet us around every bend. They have learned it is okay to take a road less traveled.
So, what is one thing I have learned in my five years? I have learned it is okay to let go of something you know in order to embrace something new and unknown. It will feel scary. The old, even if it is not good for us is comfortable and our humanness wants to stay there. Our inner child clings to this safety, at times screaming and kicking to stay in the status quo of our life. Yet, our inner essence whispers to let it go so our hands can be open to receive the next gift. My advice, just let it go. Regardless of what path you take, loving people and loving things await you.
Thanks for being here through it all. And here’s to the next five years!
Joy. Happiness. Serenity.