taking a break
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:)