If there was a reset button that automatically settled us back into our home lives, I would tell you that my husband and I just returned from a great adventure, unsurpassed by Aladdin and Jasmine’s magical carpet ride, however; both would be fictitious tales.
We did find adventure, and laughter, and release from day-to-day stresses, and …. we struggled. Physical limitations and disease do not take vacations. But we knew that heading out…or at least, we told ourselves so.
Did we fulfill our original goal of getting me out of the house and accomplishing some much lusted after travel? Yes, we did. I rode along in the passenger’s chair, bundled with blankets, feet propped, seat reclined, and marvelled at the changing scenery, the vastness of the sky, and the thrill of the unknown. Each place we dropped anchor offered fresh perspective and beauty.
I have no regrets, and am certain will we attempt the voyage again.
In the meantime, coming home presents the greatest challenge: unpacking. There are groceries to be brought in, and linens to be washed, and the RV must be stripped back to allow for winterizing: a monumental task that has sent my muscles into spasm and landed me back in bed. Not to mention the tip that our house is in as a result of it all.
Ric is not fairing much better. His knees scream at all the ups and downs, and having pushed it through treacherous weather to finally get home, he has come down with a cold. Sadly, he is the only one who can fetch the groceries, and manage all the other necessary tasks that come with transitioning from one residence to another.
We are overtired, retreating into emotional corners ready for a fight.
“What would we do differently, next time?” one of us asks, cutting through the tension.
There will be a next time. It’s not even a question.
I will no doubt warm up to the idea…once I find the reset button.