|a cold morning in south carolina|
It's hard to put into words exactly how it feels to be on the last leg of this little adventure. We're pretty much booking it home now, putting in long days of traveling and trying to outrun (somewhat unsuccessfully) cold weather and empty wallets. We have done and seen so much that it feels like surely we have been doing this forever, but at the same time, it went by in a blink of an eye. And really, five months is just a blink of an eye when you consider the big picture. But that time has certainly affected us in ways that will impact the rest of our lives.
I don't want leave the water behind. Or the opportunity to see new sights everyday. The chance to experience life in a completely new way. I want to soak up these last moments, and appreciate them to their fullest. I'm left with a feeling of sadness… accompanied by a heaping dose of anxiety. Life on a boat isn't easy, but I have it pretty much figured out now, and what awaits me on land is a whole new series of obstacles and unknowns. We anticipated the consequences of picking up our lives and taking off for several months, but now it's time to actually start dealing with them. Where will we live? Do we have enough money? Will I be able to find a job? My heart starts racing when I think of all there is to do, and boy do I have a lot of time to think about it during these long days of traveling. The hardest part is that there's not much I can do about any of it until we are actually back, except pray for peace of mind and faith that everything will work out, and try not to dwell. But even as I write this out, my heart starts racing again.
On the other hand, when we experience moments like the last 48 hours, which have been so cold, and wet, and windy, we are very ready to be home. The excitement is starting to wind down, and we're cold and tired. Operation Eat all the Food is in full swing, and the pickings are getting slim. When I wake up at 2am because my head is freezing and I need to find a hat in order to go back to sleep, I can't wait to be back in a climate controlled house. When I spend my days keeping poor, chilled Riley supplied with hot coffee, and mopping up puddles of condensation inside that are dripping from well... everywhere, I think maybe it's a good thing that we're almost home. And really, I can't wait to see where we are going to live, and I'm excited about life on land again. I have a whole long list of hobbies I want to try, skills and ideas I want to learn about, recipes I want to make, and I can hardly wait to get started.
If all goes well, we should be home next week. Next week! Until then, we will be bundled up, taking in the beauty of the sun rising over the steam coming off of the icy water, simultaneously savoring and counting down the days.