Whew! The first day back, my house didn’t even look like my house to me. I couldn’t find anything, couldn’t find my clothes, couldn’t even find my stuff in the shower. And I especially noticed the noise that evening, the cicadas and the frogs and the owls and the other racket making creatures. My yard is the noisiest place in the United States.
There were people and a cat that I missed, and it’s nice to be back in the humidity, but I still miss that daily excitement, rush and hurry, route and plan, find the geocache, reserve a room, get some pictures, hike seven blocks uphill somewhere, find a place to eat, pray to make it into an area with cell coverage before we’re completely lost, get carsick from looking at the map too long, get us back on the interstate, write a haiku, reroute, back up the day’s pictures, find the cheapest gas, and drive back to that motel to get that phone charger dangling out of the wall. It’s constant excitement, barely a moment to even think about anything that’s not part of the trip. Four days had passed at one point before I remembered I have a job.
I still have all the geocaches to log. Yeah, I could have done that on the road, but it just didn’t happen. I still haven’t sorted through all the trinkets or put the new magnets on the fridge, and Benjamin and I are going to do a scrapbook that he will also use to get his Webelos Scout Traveler’s Badge.