We both had the same feeling as we pulled into the drive. It seemed like we were returning from a one-week trip, not one of nearly a year. Still, we are changed in some fairly fundamental ways. For example, I mostly just take my coffee black now. It's just simpler.
And we really did reach a point along the way where the road was simply home. It didn't feel like we were on vacation, or camping. It just felt like our lives. We liked it.
I can't thank Lori enough for being such a wonderful friend, spouse and travel companion. That's the reason the road really feels like home to me, because she is with me.
...that, and the sheriff is on my trail...
I would also very much like to thank all of you! Each and every one of you that generously read along as we rumbled and bumbled along the great American highway. So many of you would write to me afterward and say that you were enjoying the stories and that I should continue to write. So I am. In fact, I'm trying to switch this thing over to a travel blog instead of just an email.
The blog is called RambleOn and can be found at www.rambleon.rocks. But you will still get an email with each new post unless you unsubscribe. At least that is the theory. I'm still trying to figure this out.