We're home, after 2 1/2 months on the road, and over 6,000 miles.
We woke up this morning in our camper van at Anastasia state park. It was 6:30am and the sky was just starting to get light. We were parked in the RV site that was closest to the beach so we could make the walk in time for sunrise at 7.
It was so beautiful. I felt so connected.
After 250 miles, and a couple of stops along the way, we pulled in to our parking spot at home at7 pm. The house was cool from the central air conditioning. We brought a few things in from the van, poured a glass of wine, and I plopped down on the couch and picked up the remote for the tv.
As I write this post, several weeks have actually gone by. Time just slips away when we're home. When we're traveling by RV, every day counts. Which one is reality?