Amongst our traveler friends, there’s always discussion when talking about coming home of whether or not you’ll go out and do it again. After 7 months home, it’s a little premature to say yes or no, in my opinion. We had a great time in our 11 months of travel, but we were also really tired at the end of it and lost a lot of the spark for exploring that we enjoyed in those first months of the trip.
I miss the adventures, I do not miss my backpack
Shawn and I are, at heart, very much home bodies. We love the comforts of home – cooking, watching football on Sundays in the fall and winter, hosting dinner parties… These are the things that make us happy and travel makes those things very difficult. But the type of travel we did isn’t the only way. There’s always housesitting, living abroad, etc. – slower travel where we could establish a base, a routine, and just be. Kind of like we did while we were in Granada – and we loved our time in Granada.
The view wasn’t so bad at our place, either
Then there’s a voice inside me that only speaks at a whisper, to make sure I’m listening, that tells me: travel is not our path. I read the accounts of some of my dear friends that I’ve made through blogging – living and writing in Mexico, traveling around the US and doing pilgrimages, web designing and saving up for the next tuk-tuk adventure in some foreign land. They all sound amazing. So amazing that I want to cash in my retirement savings now and take off. Then I remember MY dream. The one to have a family, to own a small house, and to open my own business. And I remember Shawn’s dream to write. Our dreams require us to stay put. Yes, you can have a family on the road. I’ve seen so many people do it, I know it’s not only possible and even a little appealing. Shawn can write anywhere – that’s obvious since he wrote a freaking book while we were traveling (seriously, how did he do it??). But the voice pops up and just says, “not now.” It’s just not what we need or want right now – our answers are here in the Pacific NW.
Exploring our new city offers us a few new adventures
I will admit – when things get stressful here or I’m having a bad day or feel isolated, my first instinct is to take off. At this point, I see travel as a comfort. It was such a huge part of our lives for so long – not just in the doing, but in the planning and saving – it feels easier in some ways to just do it again. But travel isn’t about comfort, is it? Or it shouldn’t be. The real adventure is in taking a risk. I’m taking a risk right now and, just like when we were traveling and things were hard, sometimes we mentally want to run away to what’s easy.
We’re not done traveling. Of course not – we’ll always be travelers – it’s more than a lifestyle, it’s a mindset. We have to redefine what that looks like for now. Maybe one day when my business is off and running and I can get someone else to manage it for awhile, we’ll take off again. Our trip was only a sampler plate – we have a list about a thousand miles long of other places we want to go and places we want to return. We’re not done yet, but for now, we’re content with where we are right now.