The first day of the rest of our lives
18 March 2008We did it. We got all the chores and staging done, and on Tuesday morning, drove south out of San Jose. Domicile is defined as “the place where, when away, you intend to return,” so that is where we will intend to return. We have our mailbox, our storage, and we’ll be back when we are through traveling. At least, that is the plan.
Usually, on the first day of a trip, I’m thinking about how far from home I am, how long it will take to return, and whether anything isn’t quite right, before we get too far away. This time, I realized that, although we are getting closer to various destinations, we’re not really getting any farther away from anything. If a problem occurs, it will be resolved on the road, where we choose.
As the day wore on, this feeling of disconnectedness got stronger and stronger, until by end of day, it was replaced by a bit of homesickness.
When we got to our overnight stop, the Elks Lodge in Wasco, CA, we were greeted in the Lodge with such friendliness and welcome, that all my doubts and troubled feelings were banished. I went to bed happy.
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