We have returned from our Big Trip.
I could call it big trip, small trip, whatever, because it’s the only trip we’ve been on that required an overnight stay in several years. And we were gone for seven nights.
That’s a long time for this homebody.
We encountered mice, ducks, princesses, wookies, Jedi, and all sorts of folks all in the name of fun.
We met cousins and in-laws whom we’d never met in person before.
We ate in restaurants for the very first time and Princess was okay. She even got to have an ice cream sundae in one, and THAT. WAS. HUGE. For her and her Mama. Such joy over that.
Of course my two constant companions were along for the trip–Anxiety Girl and Justin Case. I worried more about my girl, about keeping my children in my line of sight, about not offending friends and family, about preparing enough food, and about Miss Sophie and the kitties back home and how they were behaving for the kind souls taking care of them. Justin had me overpacking every single day. We took snacks we never touched and had rain ponchos when it only rained us out the first night. At one point I was carrying a backpack on my front and my back. But I was READY. FOR. WHATEVER. CAME.
I found a system that worked for keeping up with my camera, wallet, tickets, and autograph things. I am proud of that as the whole losing my wallet thing has been a recurrent nightmare for me lately.
I have lots of stories to share over time and lots of things to think about. We laughed, we cried, we cleaned up accidents on more than one occasion, and we kept on keeping on. I had my faith restored in my fellow inhabitants of this earth way more than the few times I was disappointed in them. I tried to take care of me, of all of us, and I said no to things that weren’t within those confines.
There is one moment I keep thinking about. It’s come to mind today many times as I say goodbye to Haiku week (though I’ve had such a great response–thank y’all, I will likely do that again). And I think it describes perfectly where my mind, heart, and soul are when it comes to leaving my home.
Last Wednesday, our last day to visit with the Mice, we needed to hop from the magical place to the animal one in the middle of the afternoon. We got on the monorail and were soon zooming way above the ground. There was one other family in the same car, and their backs were to us. They appeared to be an older couple with a grown son who was developmentally delayed. They were staying at one of the resorts and headed back there on the monorail. I overheard the son tell his parents quietly with a wistful voice, “Well, our stuff just better be in that room. Yeah, it sure better be. All of it.”
I understand, precious one. I sure do.
Because when I’m away from my comfort zone, I worry about such as that. The stuff I brought, the things I “need” to get through the trip–they better stay right where they are. I can’t lose them. My link to home, to the life I left back there, my connection to what was and what will be again–in the NOW I need for it to be there. And when I’m away from my comfort zone, my anxiety levels rise, so yeah, I worry about all sorts of things–my stuff not being there just one of many. But it’s about way more than just the stuff–it’s about the connection to the place where I feel the most ME.
I smiled as I heard him utter the words, and I knew I’d come across a kindred spirit. Bless him.
Because no matter where on earth life might take me zooming across, there is no place like home. The place where my stuff, and my heart, and those I love will always be. The place to find ME.
Love to all.