and a brown bird sang in an apple tree

We’ve been taking a break from life.  Husband-guy has needed some time to reassess his calling and career which has required taking a break from our beloved but small island.  And from the motorhome.  Sure it was small and there’s four of us but it was dry and had all the conveniences of a larger home.  34 feet of 1981 camping luxury has seen many better days than 2 years of constant use by a toddler, a preschooler/kindergartener, a Mom and a Dad.

So we’ve spent some time at a dear friend’s and have not regretted this time, one bit.  What a leap of faith it took to take this time for our family, to commit and go.  But it has been so fruitful.  I had such anxiety and tension living in that motorhome… so much that I didn’t notice it anymore.  After a week being away, I found myself feeling anxious or tense and it reminded me of living in the motorhome.  I decided then and there that I didn’t like that feeling so I made amends and felt better.  Then I realized that there were these long gaps in between feeling tense and not feeling tense.  For two years, I hadn’t had those gaps.  Needless to say that my relationships with my family have not been optimal.  I am so grateful for this time:)