Finally, Tuesday morning rolled around and it was time to make the “quick” trip home. Lori was excited to get home to her husband and I was excited to get home to… well, let me think about that one for a minute… I don’t have a pet – not even a fish, I don’t have a plant, I worked on the road, so really I guess the best I could come up with was that I had made my bed with fresh sheets on it before we left. Oh and it would be nice to have printer access again while I worked. On the way home, which was a trip we made in record time, we only made 2 super quick stops, crossed 4 state lines and were back in Middleton by 2:30 PM thanks to the hour we got back by crossing out of eastern time – so basically, we time traveled. The day started grey but the time we were home, it was bright and sunny.
So then I was home. After months of excitement and planning and spreadsheets and travel packets and checking and rechecking the pricing for all our rentals, the trip was over. Although that first night home in your bed is always such a luxury, all too quickly, real life sets back in. There is work to be done, milk to be bought, laundry to put off doing, a DVR to clean up, I think you get the picture.
I’m not going to lie, I was a little sad when I came home. I mean, I don’t even have a plant would die if I wasn’t here. And truth be told, I did call one of my friends who always has a barn full of cats to see if I could get a matched set of kittens, but I quickly came to my senses when I realized how lucky I am. For the last however many years, I was always tied to home. The cat – the dog- Steve – all that responsibility – all these reasons I couldn’t do what I wanted. But now, I can do exactly what I want, when I want – I can go to Sedona and visit a vortex and clear my chakras – I can spend a winter month in Florida – I can camp all the time – I can spend days with my family. But even as I think of all the things I can do, it’s weird being on my own at an age where everyone else is pretty much coupled up. I’m not married, I don’t have kids, I mean sure, I’m still seeing Andy but we’re definitely not at the listing each other as emergency contacts phase. It’s hard not to look at what my friends have and feel longing for what I thought I had for all those years. It’s not easy to always look on the bright side but I’m afraid if I don’t, I will miss my life wishing for things to be different and miss out what could be great right now.
The girl across the hall from me is pregnant. My sisters have toddlers that are simply the cutest kids that have ever lived. My college roommate has a nineish year old boy that is so sweet and smart. Other friends have teenagers and on any given day – any one of them tell me that they can’t wait until their kid is a certain age so that they are past some age related issue but here is the lesson for the day – we need to quit looking for the future so much that we miss today. So even if you come home after being gone a week and the only thing waiting for you is a freshly made clean bed, that’s ok, because after all the days of being gone, it actually was pretty amazing AND you don’t have to clean up after it.