It’s strange that it has been over two months since I last wrote here. Since then I have moved from an RV back into an apartment, started another semester at University(Just 2 more to go.), traveled a few times for work, and thought about writing here at least once a day. It’s strange how time can just get away from you like that.

My real question for myself is what was holding me back from writing? Was it fear that no one would be interested in what I had to say? Could it be I do not have the best work-School-life balance? Or is it that I just thought about what I could write then bowed back towards my phone and continued mindlessly tapping away at the touchscreen?
I’d like to say it was a combination of all of the above. A mix of everything that was calling out for my time and energy. Ultimately I do not have a reason other than I chose something else over a few minutes of tapping away at something to write and share here. Things feel heavy at the end of the day and the weight of it all leads me to looking mindlessly at my phone at the end of the day and trying to rest up.
This week I decided to take Friday off to spend a bit of time cleaning my house, playing with my dogs, and heading to spend time with my family and take some family pictures. I love driving home and seeing reminders of my time driving between the big city and my small hometown.
I count the landmarks down as we drive back home today just the same as I used to from the backseat of my parent’s car.
Mountain X, that looks like a face.
The old windmills that spin day and night.
A group of houses that are abandoned but I want to explore.
Reservoir Y where there are petroglyphs.
A dairy farm where I stepped in mud as a child with my new school shoes.
The bright lights leading us down main street.
And finally, the last bend at the high school and just a mile till we were home.
These are markers of time and distance I have used for nearly 30 years and I expect I’ll use them for another 30 years to come as I travel the road that leads me home.