Sell Your Crap and Hit the Road…Again
Jenn wrote this about Jun 18, 2010 for the 2010 category.
Yep, we’re doing it again. BareNakedFamily 3.0. Let’s sell all our crap and hit the road. At least that part gets easier. It’s the fucking changing of emotions and kids growing up that gets harder. Realizing that we won’t ever play tag in the rest area like we used to at 3:00 am, the pain inserts itself like a kind of slap in the face making you feel like you hoped you made the best of all those years. Because you’ll never have that intimate moment of late night talks, cuddling under blankets in the cold desert of New Mexico, sliding down dune hills on skateboards, running through the valleys of California, picking cotton on the side of the road, sitting with the Indians, and the countless secret gazes at the faces of three beautiful kids.
There was nothing better than that time that the five of us just seemed to rule the earth in our minds. Hand in hand. On Dad’s back. And in the RV, usually pointing west. The five of us piled high in the front seats with our music, our way, and our conversations. The five of us just doing our thing.
We’re finishing packing the last of the boxes of the stuff we choose to keep like kids artwork, pictures, and videos and sell everything else. Never really decide to keep furniture and had to sell our beloved Family car, our VW Thing. The car we towed around with us packing three kids and two dogs into as we toured across the country for the last ten years. When the kids could all fit in the back throwing their hands up with the top down and the wind blowing in their hair. Went from three car seats in that car to three teenagers who no longer fit in the backseat. With the sell of everything we own, we add to our handmade savings bucket the last of the cash for our trip to Seattle.
So, we finish packing and leave for the next chapter. Adulthood, tourist traps, and Seattle.