We left Germany one month ago yesterday. To call the past 30 days a whirlwind would be an understatement.
We’ve traveled 3,000 miles through 14 states – Maryland, Pennsylvania, New York, New Jersey, Delaware, Connecticut, Massachusetts, Vermont, New Hampshire, Indiana, Ohio, West Virginia, Kentucky and Tennessee.
We visited family and friends in three of those states, some of whom we couldn’t remember the last time we had seen.
We’ve stayed in five hotels and six campgrounds so far, from Salem, Mass., to Ft. Wayne, Ind., to Townsend, Tenn.
We’ve walked the Freedom Trail in Boston, seen the Liberty Bell and visited the National Constitution Center in Philadelphia, looked out over the battlefields at Valley Forge and Gettysburg, strolled through the campuses of the U.S. Naval Academy and MIT, seen Johnny Appleseed’s grave and rowed kayaks in Indiana, floated on inner tubes and looked for bears in the woods in the Great Smokey Mountains.
And those are just the highlights.
Later today we move to campground No. 7, here in Tennessee where we’ve already spent two nights. On Sunday we’ll start putting more miles on the truck as we head further south, with stops in North Carolina, South Carolina and Georgia along the way.
We should be in Florida in a week or so, but that’s just an estimate. We’ve already changed our itinerary several times in these first few weeks, staying in some places longer than we planned, others less. We add destinations and cross others off the list on a daily basis.
It is a process, but one in which we are slowly finding our way and getting into a routine.
The kids are doing school work this morning – “roadschool” is what the full-time RV community calls it – and have had several phone calls from teachers welcoming them to the Florida Virtual School, where they are taking most of their classes online.
Their teachers, like a lot of people we meet, are amazed and fascinated by what we are doing with our lives right now. Honestly, so are we.
This is not an adventure we planned for years. Traveling the country and living with our two kids and a cat in a 376-foot trailer never entered our minds until about 18 months ago, when we really got serious about what to do after the Army.
Now that we’ve started the journey, it’s sinking in that this is our reality for at least the near future. Do we have doubts about our choice? Every day. Do we look at each other wonder what the hell we got ourselves into? Every minute.