While You Were Out

While You Were Out

When I told my parents I was coming on Remote Year, their response was mixed. My mother, the traveler, was elated for me. “It’s going to be just fabulous,” she said. And she meant it. My Dad was supportive overall, but he’s also the pragmatic one. “What if something happens to someone in our family while you’re away?” he asked. An excellent question. I told him that I could always hop on a plane and come back to the States, and I would.

During our first month, one of my fellow Remotes learned about the sudden passing of her brother, and another discovered that her mother has cancer. Getting that type of news would be terrible anytime, but especially at the beginning of this trip, I think. We have each other, yes. But it’s not the same as being surrounded by the people whom we’ve known for years.

Celebrations are happening at home, too. Babies are born. Vows are being exchanged. People are adopting adorable puppies. And, they are falling in love. Right now. Without me. Without us.

While we travel, our worlds at home keep spinning. It’s unavoidable, but not always easy to accept.  

Maybe they’ll think of us. Maybe they won’t.

Maybe we’ll be there next year. Maybe we won’t.

Luckily, I can call my parents today, just to tell them I love them. And I'll mean it. 

A Walk in the Woods

A Walk in the Woods

This is Not a Year-Long Vacation

This is Not a Year-Long Vacation