It’s an odd feeling thing to travel alone consistently. On the one hand, it’s an open ended, Choose Your Own Adventure with a wild, wind-in-your-hair feel. On the other hand, the loneliness is at times extremely stifling. I used to never be bothered by this, but lately I feel choked by the hand of guilt. Missing my kids growing up. Missing their jokes and antics. Missing their major milestones as they get checked off. Missing looking at those I love in the face every day. It takes a stupendous mental power to push that feeling down and charge forward, knowing that this is my job. That I love this job. And that Isaac and Isabelle NEED me to have this job.
As a naturally adventurous person, I’ve also come to a place where I find myself checking these fantastic Bucket List items off... by myself. And this isn’t a pity party, don’t worry. I know very well that I am very lucky. I just find myself wishing I had my loved ones there too, to smile with and hug and be exited with. The silver lining is: that this is my goal. To have them travel with me more often than just summers, so we explore the earth and what it has to offer. I am goal oriented. It’s going to happen.
For now? I’ll keep climbing, triathlon-ing, road-tripping, amusement-park-ing, and Photo/Video-ing my way across America. Only 1 month left!!!