I think the hardest part is that we haven't fully commited. I think we are making plans hoping that someone or something will change our minds. We aren't crazy. I fully believe we will have more family time. That we will become closer as we trek across this nation. And I know we will fight and argue. My children will complain that I give them to much work. A dog may even run away and be lost for a bit. But we will have each other. If this lasts 1 year or 40, there is no way we can replace those memories together as family.
So you have to be asking yourself what is the problem then? Why am I not shouting it from the rooftops ready to hitch up the trailer and ride? I think it is because of the unknown. It is scary. Any chance to stay is familiar and safe so we cling to the dreams and ideas. If I am truly honest with myself though I know this is the life I want to live. The one where we ride bikes as a family and play marco polo in the pool. The one where we read Harry Potter by the Campfire, and have Feed the transient cook-offs, the life where we loved to serve others as a family and find great joy in being together. Somewhere between the 5th and 8th kid I lost it, but with this lifestlye I can get it back. It wasn't easy the first time and it will be twice as hard this time. But when I look at the garage sale pile multiply daily I realize this stuff never did make me happy. It was with my kids I found my greatest joy and I want them to know and remember that.
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