We stay at my parents’ house for a few days to regroup and reorganize. The spare tire bike rack is not working so we sell it and strap the bikes on top of the car instead. We make one last trip to the store and pick up a new winter jacket for Graysen, a vest for Matt, and a block of cheese. The boys spend the night with my parents so we can go out with our friends one last time.
The morning is hectic and then it is suddenly time to go. We all go out to the trailer and give last hugs. Someone starts crying and suddenly we all are. Even my dad bursts into tears. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him cry. We climb into the car, wave goodbye and pull down the street. Graysen asks why I am crying.
It is raining as we make our way out of town. The snow is coming down the mountain, chasing us out of town. It takes a little while to sink in. We made it. We are actually on the road. All the work and stress of the last six months has paid off. But I’m not feeling the lightness and freedom of the open road like I have in the past. Perhaps it is the trailer we are towing with all our stuff that feels heavy. Or the responsibility for those two sleeping kids in the back. I take a deep breath and remind myself that everything will be OK. We will figure it out like we always do. It may not always be easy, but this adventure will become a colorful fiber as we weave the fabric of our lives.