Over the past six weeks we’ve traveled to two continents, seven countries, and five states. After nearly two months of travel, our nomadic lifestyle has finally come to an end. Since my last post we returned to the U.S., enjoyed a few days in Boston, visited family in upstate New York, crossed the border to Canada, and journeyed across the Midwest.
Words can hardly sum up how wonderful our time in Europe was, but over the next several weeks, I will do my best to try. I have over a 1000 pictures to sort through, and I am still having trouble even processing the fact that I am back in the states. Once life slows down a bit, I hope to reflect on our journey, reminiscence with pictures, and share some of our favorite memories with you.
Our last few days spent in Boston were lovely, but also terribly painful. I cherished those last few days in our beloved city, drinking in every last moment with dear friends. Though grateful for that time, I couldn’t wait to get out of there. Not because I actually wanted to leave, but because I knew that I had to. It was like ripping off a Band-Aid incredibly slowly. I wanted that time there, but maybe one quick and painful goodbye would have made things easier.
We had a relaxed few days, visiting a blueberry farm, wandering about the city, sipping on our favorite brews, and enjoying time with friends. Though we still had a few things left on our “Boston To Do List,” we took a simpler approach and just relaxed in the city that we called home. After an entertaining night out on Saturday, we finished off our last few hours with Sunday brunch, and the company of cherished friends. I composed myself pretty well during our last goodbyes, but as soon as I walked out the door, the waterworks started flowing. It really goes without saying, but I am terrible at goodbyes…
After one last drive by our apartment building, we hit the road, sitting in silence for the better part of an hour. We held hands, and exchanged a few sad glances, but seemed to have a hard time with the whole concept of speech. Every now and then the hubs would ask if I was okay, and I would respond with a pitiful nod. Occasionally, I’d give him a reassuring touch, remembering that I wasn’t the only one who was sad. Things went on like that for a good while, until I finally dozed off, thinking about the wonderful place and people we just left behind.
My spirits were lifted a bit when we arrived in Oswego, New York, where we visited with family who I’d not seen in years. We took a drive by lake Ontario, munched on my favorite Italian cookies, and laughed until we cried while my great uncle shared priceless stories.
From Oswego, we took a drive to Canada, where we spent the afternoon visiting Niagara Falls. Though the falls were breathtaking, we didn’t stay long, both feeling anxious to make it home. After a quick stop in Columbus, OH we spent 14 monotonous hours in the car, looking at nothing but cornfields and NASCAR signs. Needless to say, I couldn’t have been happier to cross the Arkansas border.
Now here we are, back in Arkansas, where the weather is hot, the days are slow, and the people are a bit friendlier. Though it still feels like we are only here for a visit, it sure is nice to be in the company of family and friends. Not much has changed since we left, but I am determined to dig up new and exciting things to do.
In the grand scheme of things, our time here is relatively short. In no more than a year, we will relocate, once again having to settle into a new city. We will have to say goodbye once more, and deal with the awful emotions that go along with leaving place behind. But for now, I intend to enjoy every minute that we have in our beautiful home state.
Until next time!