Silence Broken and Confession #1

Wow. Months passing and my blog has been silent. (But, hey, blogs are kinda on the way out as we fall deeper into the pit that has become Social Media... but that's not my soap box today.) Today is a day for confessions.

I took some time to travel. I did.
My hat is off to all of the full time RV families. I have no idea how you do it. I couldn't. I tried. I did. But it was a dream of mine and not one for my kids and things fell through and life didn't work out. Then at one of my lower points, someone whose opinion means quite a bit to me, made fun of the entire adventure.  "That hunk of junk." it was called.  And just like a snap of a twig, my dream of travel was broken and thrown down. Say what you will, judge me or not. I really don't have it in me to care anymore. I'm not looking for a pity party or a pick me up. It is what it is.

So, there we were, all 5 of us, and where we landed has blown my little mind. The kids looked at me and used words like, "We want roots, Mom." and "We don't want to travel anymore." How much selfishness would I have had to muster at that point to go on? I'll never know. We stopped right then and right there.

Yes, it was at that time that I also landed in the ER fearing heart attack. Yes, I had to stop for at least a month while the Cardiologist and I took my body through a myriad of tests. And, yes, it was there that so many reached out to us in Godly love to embrace my little family. After running the roads and traveling and feeling rudderless, we have finally found a place to call Home. (note the proper use of the noun there.)

So. Confession #1. We are not a full-time RV family any longer. We never will be again. We are taking on the mammoth task of putting down roots.
(Not bad for a former Marine brat, huh?)


Fillmore will be going up for sale.

(this post is to assure the Mechanic in TN that we are doing fine.)