I’m findin’, I’m findin’ my way back home
Well, I’ve had it for now, livin’ on the road – Rush, Finding My Way
Home. House. Trailer. Crowded. People. Family.
My stream of consciousness is constantly interrupted by someone needing something. Something needing to be put in a compartment, Amos (my dog) needing to be walked. There is no down time — if it’s not one of the million things going on in our 400 square feet, it’s work, finishing edits on the dissertation, coordinating repairs or work on the ranch from afar.
I remember thinking, “it’ll be so nice to settle into a routine and have some time for hobbies and personal projects.”
But, the longer we’re away from the ranch, the further we get from “home” — the place, the more I realize “home” — the people is where I’m happy.
It’s nice to have Ann, Hannah, and Isaiah here in arms reach. Even if we can’t extend our arms all the way.