Moments of Missing Home

We traveled almost 16,000 miles in Love Dove over the course of 5 months.  She makes a lovely home. I spend post after post showing the fabulous places our home takes us.  However, all our moments aren't perfect or even fabulous.  We still occasionally have bickering brothers in the back seat, rotten fruit in the fruit hammock, and loud disagreements over how or where to park. Here are a few of those moments.

T, age 10,  missed home since day 1. He is a home body.  If it were up to him we would have never left home. At least every other day I heard the question "When are we going home?" to which I replied when we get there.  I know he wanted a solid answer but I didn't have one.  A different mom would have given him some closure, a different mom wouldn't have taken him out of school to go on the adventure. But he doesn't have a different mom.  He has me. And I say I don't know when we will be back to the house but you are home.  A home with people who love you and a world that is awaiting you.  James bought him a compass, good call Pappa! When he was sad he figured out which direction we needed to drive to get home.  His home sickness also taught him how to use the map more effectively.  See good things can come out of uncomfortable situations. And when he was sledding down the White Sands and surfing in Malibu, he wasn't asking about home.

 E, age 11, started missing home about a month and a half before we arrived home.  E knew we would be home before fall, so he was along for the ride.  He was definitely anxious to have a more reliable internet connection and computer access.  As much as he and I LOVE nature we also LOVE our technology.  Our most annoying conversations involved him asking to use electronic devices and wifi and me telling him no.  You can see why we were both annoyed.

I didn't really miss home.  I had moments of missing my friends.  I do have awesome friends but they don't all live near my house, so even when I am at the house, I miss my friends.  I had moments of missing fresh berries, eggs, and lettuce from the garden.  But, I love being on the road. I loved seeing all the new places, plants, and animals.  I loved the conversations James and I had about rock formations.  I love being on the road.


James had many days when he missed the Red and climbing with his friends.  Equally he had just as much fun hanging out with his crazy family that he loves dearly and contemplating never leaving Yosemite Valley.  James' worries centered around the car running well and landing a job when we get back.  He has a strong sense of needing to provide above and beyond the call of duty. 

In the top photo James is comforting T in one of the hard moments.  Our good moments outweighed the sad so know we are human and had frustrating moments but then open another post and read some good stuff!  

Free Flowing

March 28, 2012 

Truth or Consequences, New Mexico

In 2002 our family visited southwest New Mexico.  One of our favorite stops was La Paloma Hot Springs in Truth & Consequences.  It is a small resort with 5 hot springs soaking rooms. La Paloma is a mix of vintage, new age, and peaceful zen decor.  Which translates into a very calm relaxing atmosphere.  Even I can sit around and be still when I visit.  

The soaking rooms vary in temperature not because the water is pumped in and adjusted but because the tubs are directly over the spring! There is a magical feeling when soaking in a concrete square placed directly over a spring.  The hot water freely flowing around the body makes me feel weightless. E says it is like being weightless and yet being filled with everything.

In the soaking tubs the mud earth is covered with rocks.  In the foot baths there are no rocks.  That means we mushed the mud between our toes.  So good!

Did you know Truth or Consequences acquired that name in the 1950's as part of a television publicity stunt? Look it up:)















The boys needed haircuts so we headed to the local barber, Joe.  Joe is the perfect small town barber.  He was full of wonderful stories, he made us all smile, and he made us feel welcome.  Oh and he gave each boy the haircut they wanted.  Thanks Joe!

A morning in the bus

Wake up, stumble over the recycle bag; why can't I just throw this stuff out? Oh that's right, I care about the Earth. I find the 1ft by 1ft floor space that exists when the bed is made and I reach over the dining rm table to grab a Kleenex from the very front seat floor.  I spin around and fall back to the bed, lift a bag of recycle to the counter, giving me 1ftx2ft floor space. That's just enough to open the clothes cabinet (formerly a fridge). Today my clothes cooperate, they don't fall out when the door opens!

Half asleep I pick out clean clothes.  Honestly, this doesn't happen daily. But my skirt from yesterday wasn't warm enough for the morning temps. The next step and this happens daily, is to stuff my sleeping bag and fold the sheet. A sheet under my bag feels less wanderer and more this is my home. James stuffs his sleeping bag , too. He has been awake for a while so he's dressed and nicely trying to get me into gear. Next comes a familiar routine: I flip the bed back into a rear seat and open all the curtains. He moves the misc stuff, a clothes bag, yoga mat, and daypacks, from the front seats into the back. The kids are "upstairs" sleeping so I take this chance to wash my face and hands with cold water. That requires moving the recycle bag to the floor and opening the sink cabinet. Clean face and hands! Time for contacts and a final breath of calm before getting the boys up. 


Today we've decided to let them sleep in their bags buckled up. I still have to wake them enough to safely move them down. We have about 2 ft to make this happen. Every time I attempt to move my sleeping children I realize HOW much they've grown!  


My breakfast time; cereal with bananas and rice milk. I have to move the recycle bag AGAIN!  It's blocking the kitchen cabinet. I sit in my tiny home and quickly eat my breakfast.  Wipe out the bowls, cereal is easy to wipe out without actually washing. And that is awesome because then I don't have to wash dishes. 


Now topper down, James and I work together because the heavy gear in the topper makes lowering it tricky. Once you start lowering,  it wants to drop hard and fast, potentially hurting us and pinching /ripping the pop top canvas so we use a nalgene bottle to prop it open just a little bit. The purple bottle happens to be the pee bottle. Hope that nalgene really is durable otherwise it will be a nasty smelly mess. Next comes the solar panel, we lower it, clip it in place and we are off.