It has me thinking and wondering and almost, I guess, attracted to the idea of getting rid of everything and just living simply and someplace warm. Someplace beautiful. Having the ability to travel anywhere in the United States and still be home.
It has me wondering if "home" is a place, or the people you love. Is home just my husband? Or is home my children too? Of course now, it is my children too, but, you know, when they are all grown does that change? Do I want to have the "come home to mama's" type home/life?
If you did something like this, what would you keep? I'd have to store my pictures I suppose, you know, the pictures I'd developed before everything was digital. I think we'd have to have a 5th wheel type RV, you know the type you'd pull with a truck. Then, we'd have a vehicle to drive around without pulling it behind the camper.
Where would you live in the off season, like in the late spring, summer and early fall? Would you rent a space on a lake somewhere in the Midwest? Would you get tired of a small place? (although, this looks big, it's much smaller than an actual house)
I don't know. I have tons of thoughts and questions about this. After thinking about this, I think I'd love it for sometimes, for certain seasons, but not all the time. I'd love to have a place for the kids to come home to, but then, that too, opens new questions and some of the same questions. Like what is "home"? Would it matter to my kids if "home" were in a different house, like a patio home, or a condo where the yardwork would be taken care of and maybe there would be a pool and workout room? (and in a warmer state, like Arizona)
After thinking quite a bit about this, I think I'd like a "house" with space. just space to be alone sometimes. (not that that happens ever here)
After spending one winter and another 5 weeks on South Padre Island, Texas, boy, that is something to dream about. I loved it so much. The people, the area, the ocean, the humidity, the salty air, the small-town feel it has. Now, wintering in this way, also opens a ton of questions. (I think I'll save that for another post!)
I think "home" is family. My husband and children and someday grandchildren. If my parents moved away from the home they've lived in for the past 29 years, I'd be OK with that. Because seeing them is all I care about, not the house they live in. Besides, since my mom remodeled her kitchen 18 years ago, I still don't know where anything is.
The wonderful thing about our beautiful Catholic faith is that no matter where you are, the Mass is also and it is the same in every Catholic church across the country, even world. It is the first thing I look for when we travel and plan a move, the church. If they have Adoration, if they have Confession, if they have daily Mass. I have to admit one of the things I missed most when we were in Texas (for 3 months) was our church family. Seeing the same people every Sunday. In a city by the ocean, you rarely see the same people each Sunday.
I'm curious, what do you think? Given a choice, what would you do?