The Christmas holiday back at home in North Carolina was lovely. Honestly, at one point Anthony and I looked at each other and agreed that it had been the best Christmas we’ve ever had together. How odd it was that Christmas could be so different and yet still so wonderful. We are grateful for the small moments and the memories of yummy food, lights, gifts, holiday parties and faces we love most.
After about a month long break from normal life on the road, I can honestly say our family was so excited to get back to the the new normal of life as we know it – together. We pulled out of Ruskin, Florida as Anthony’s job had ended there, and headed to Front Royal, Virginia for several months.
For the past few days we’ve been busy settling in and getting rested up. We already love this place! It still has the feel we love of a quant, old mountain town, while still having many of the usual stores and conveniences we’ve grown fond of. Kind of like the best of both worlds in many ways!
I do not generally love frigid temperatures….can you tell? And although Florida wasn’t my favorite, it has been rather odd to go from sunny and 82 most days to, dreary, rainy and anywhere from 10-50 degrees in our new spot. But the changes of all kinds are what makes this life on the road interesting and fun! Lucky for me I sort of adore change, and Anthony and I both have adventurous spirits, so we are able to go with the flow and not completely lose our minds in the process of all the change that life on the road brings with it.
This was the kids about .025 seconds after we had stepped out of the car at our new campground in Virginia. There was only small, and I do mean the most minute patches of snow left over from an arctic blast earlier in the week. (That we are so grateful we missed.) But that didn’t matter to two kids who grew up at the beach and have apparently been severely snow deprived all of their lives! They immediately went to throwing snow balls (with no gloves on) and making teeny tiny snowmen from what little bit off dirty snow left to get their hands on.
Snow is so much prettier before it melts and leaves behind a slushy cleaning nightmare situation for any human being….especially those who live in 300 square feet of muddy campsite. As I watched our second born fall flat into the mud with all his snow clothes on, wondering where IN THE HECK is the closest laundromat? I stood at the steps leading into our tiny home on wheels imagining my pledge to stop yelling at my kids going right out the RV window as they inevitably begin to track this horrible mess into what little bit of clean, warm, sacred space we do have.
After watching my husband scramble to get us all hooked up in the freezing cold before the night set in so our pipes wouldn’t freeze (and helping where I could in between jumping back in the car to thaw out.) As I stood there at the bottom of the three steps that lead into our small home, staring at the mud and the muck that surrounded it on every side, I literally rehearsed over and over to myself, “In every circumstance, in every circumstance, in EVERY circumstance….I CAN know what it means to be truly – deeply content.”
Even in the midst of constant change
and frigid temperatures
little boys falling flat in the slush
the inevitable frozen pipes to come
and yes, even in the mud.
This simple life we’ve chosen to lead teaches us more than ever before, the art of being truly satisfied with less.
To truly be content in every situation.
This is the kind of life we desire most.