I am so happy to be home from vacation. We have been away for exactly one month. While I loved every moment of our time with friends and family and I sincerely wish we lived next door to each of them, there is nothing as comforting as returning to one's own space, especially for an outgoing~introvert like me.
I need my down-time, my sacred time alone with my family of choice: my books, my blogs, my pens and journals. Yet, as I poured only one cup of coffee this morning (rather than the three or four for my relatives over the past thirty mornings)I found myself a tad lonely. Oh the contradictory nature of living far from those you love the most. Selfishly loving the freedom and independence it allows while missing being a part of their everyday lives and sharing the beauty of simply being in their presence.
The photo above is one I snapped through the windshield of our car as we bumped along the gravel road to visit the several North Dakota farms in my husband's family. Miles and miles of roads like these section the land where our ancestors made their new homes following the one-way trip from Russia via Ellis Island. One can only imagine the courage it took to travel so far with only two suitcases per person, to an unknown, unseen territory and believe a better life was possible. My own husband is the first generation to not be born in one of those farmhouses, the first to leave the homestead state entirely and make his own path toward an unknown future. Will our own great-grandchildren re-trace our paths someday as well?