I just took a look at the stats on this blog, and it appears a few people still dip in from time to time. Sorry that you haven’t found anything new. Here’s an attempt at a brief update.
We hit the road a year ago tomorrow. It’s been quite a year. Tens of thousands of miles in a big yellow truck, a new job, a new home, a building project, new friends, and a new school. Yes, after a year without school, the boys returned to classrooms, homework, tests, bag packs, and bagged lunches. In some respects, I hate it. In others, I’m glad that they are encountering new friends and new ideas.
We live in Kamloops now. It’s a good place – one where we are told any two people are generally connected by two degrees of separation. Everywhere I go, I meet people who know others I work with, or who went with me to school, or who know my family (my hometown is two hours north of here). It feels good to feel connected to a new city after months on the road, connected to each other but not to the landscapes or communities we travelled to.
We learned a lot in a year. I would say that I learned a tremendous amount about our children – about how they move through their days, how they learn, how they handle stress and change, and how incredibly funny they are. I miss them so much when I’m at work each day. I learned how lucky I am to have found someone when I was 19 who continues to be the absolute right person to keep me sane, grounded, honest… I learned how great it is to head off on a grand adventure with my best friend. And I learned that we are able to face the biggest of challenges and come out laughing on the other end. (I also learned that, as good as I think I am with directions, it’s always best to listen to Susan the GPS.)
There is a centripetal force that developed as we went through the past year. We head out into our days, yet we still wind up back at home needing each other’s company. The sweetest moment of the past week was this past Friday night, after an evening downtown drinking smoothies and exploring the library. We came home, grabbed our books, and somehow all wound up in the master bedroom, Quin in the big reading chair, Maxen on the floor with his drawings, and Mark and I on the bed with our books. As everyone fell into their own fictional worlds, I looked around, smiled, and knew that the world our family now lives in is much richer, deeper and closer than the one we left as we headed down the road September 21, 2009.
Not sure if I’ll be back on this blog for a while. In the meantime, I’ll be updating my new blog at work.