The Sweet Bread Crumbs
A month has passed us by already since our official one year anniversary of becoming full-time travelers. Sense of time is something we have completely lost. Each day used to be measured in hours and then sorted into weeks and divided into work and weekends. Months got bundled into four seasons and the year became encapsulated and remembered mostly by the wonderful vacation we could take once or twice a year and the season it was in.
Now, we almost never remember which day of the week it is. We rise and sleep with our body clock and the sun. Since one of our goals in how we travel is to live where the weather is nice, it almost always feels like the beginning or the ending of May or June no matter which state we call home. So if you ask what season it is, we’ll probably always answer “Summer”. I know this does sound idyllic in many ways, and yes! we do love how it feels to our bodies, but it does have a downside.
The downside – yes there really is one, is that our bitty capsule to store it all in; filled with pictures, moments, conversations, recipes, places, roads, songs, new friendships, and so much more…. has exploded! We can’t keep it all in. It’s time to take this new journey and lifestyle a little more serious and to find ways to document it, store it, bundle it up into little packages and put it in a place where we can go back easily and unwrap the day and savor these moments once again.
The day we left our 18 year adventure at Butterfly Hollow to start our new life of traveling, there was something exciting and mysterious about not having an address anymore that was pulling us forward. Our old address was very public. We had B&B guests staying in our home for 15 of those years and though we wouldn’t trade those breakfast table conversations for the world, it did make us feel like our life was somewhat of an open book for anyone to read. We published newsletters once a month about our 85 acre B&B and nature retreat. We were on facebook daily posting to our guests and potential customers and we started blogs about the weddings we had there. Sharing our life and giving an inside look into our home was just a necessary part of the business we chose to be in. Even though our beautiful hollow had many special places in the woods where I could slip off to reflect for a little while, I often lived with feeling like I was always in view. So when we pulled through the gate for this last time into our new adventure, it felt like we were getting a new secret identity. We inched on down the road grinning like we were slipping under a radar.
We’ve been so caught up in the experiences of this year that we haven’t really missed writing. We just snap pictures, pop them on to our computer so it pops up randomly as a screen saver and roll on to the next campground. On New Years day we decided that we would sit down with a glass of wine and let all of the photos fade by in sequential order so we could reminisce and travel back down our amazing 2015 year. Three hours later and a bottle of vino gone and we weren’t even through the month of March. A few days later we make it through May and as of now we still haven’t made it through the end of the year. The saddest part is that some of the photos have already lost their mind pointers. We sit and banter back and forth trying to remember the day. We open our Google calendar and hope that one of us may have left a note or a secret code about something that would give us a clue. Nothing….
2016 New Years Resolution – It’s time to write again. We need to remember this once in a life time chapter and capture it in any way we can. I want to sift through our memories of the hollow too and preserve them while we can. But write… WE MUST DO! It’s time to hit the record button in every way we can. One day this road will come to an end too and a new gate will open before us. It’s these words, scattered pictures and shaky videos that will be the sweet bread crumbs we can leave behind so we might find our way back once again.