For as long as I can remember, arriving home meant smelling it. Except this year. This year, I smelled it ages earlier, during our cross-Canadian road trip. And it forced me to redefine what home really means.
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Dear Totoyaya, this morning, you left us. We sold you, our beloved home-on-wheels of nineteen years. The vehicle that had transported Bruno for 400,000km around the world, had brought him to me, and had taken me along for the ride these past almost-five years – you were gone. This letter of thanks and love is for you.
“I may not have everything I want, but I have everything I need” was a phrase I often used when people were incredulous about how I could live in a tiny camper van AND LIKE IT. It’s been awhile, though, that my phrase no longer describes how I feel. Here’s the honest truth about why Bruno and I are searching for a new home-on-wheels.
2016 may not have been a year of great travel stats for Wandering Footsteps – it’s been more one of house-living, social visits, and the search for our new home-on-wheels. Yet, as I sit in a Walmart parking lot near Los Angeles reflecting on the past year, I can safely say it’s been one filled with important moments, special memories, challenges, and lessons learned. Happy New Year from us to you!
Now, after the recent presidential election, it is more important than ever that I travel through the US. Because prejudice should never be met with prejudice, intolerance with intolerance, fear with fear. I know now that it is through my travels in America that the seeds of anger that Trump has sown within me with be uprooted.