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Journal Three: Diary of the Open Road

Diary of the Open Road

Diary of the Open Road: Day Twenty-Four

I miss them. 

 

 

There's a price for travelling. I'm sure the weight of it differs from person to person, but for me, I feel it deeply. 

I was raised to hold a great value for community and family, which I suppose was unavoidable growing up in a large family of seven daughters and having all of my grandparents significantly involved in my life. The door always open. Always someone coming and going. Always people invested in your life and you in theirs. 

Because my family was so large, we could never really make the whole travel thing happen. Instead, my parents invested in a little yellow cottage on Grand Lake where we spent our summers together. I hadn’t been on a plane until I was 19, and a year later, here I am I suppose, very much having caught the travel bug, a decent number of stamps in my passport, and currently driving all around North America for three months. 

Each time I go, I find myself recognizing and discovering new things about myself and the things I value that I hadn’t given thought to in my regular routine. One of which being, the gift of being known. 

For some, this is a dream life I'm living right now. Waking up in a new city nearly everyday, seeing some of the most beautiful views you could imagine, creating new work and meeting people who inspire it. I'm incredibly grateful for this season and in no way am I wishing it away or discontent, but I know very well it is a season. I couldn't live this lifestyle longterm. 

Every time I meet a new person only to have to say goodbye hours later without the promise of ever seeing them again, I feel like I've lost something. Of course this happens on the daily regardless if you're living on the road or not and there is something to be gained from each encounter, regardless of the time spent together, but it is the only reality of my relationships right now. There's a lack of community. And it can get lonely and hard. 

At least for me anyways. I'm realizing how much I really do value community, and if anything, I think this new understanding will only help me find a greater level of contentment when I return home to the east coast in a couple of months. But that's the point right? You don't realize what you have until you step away from it. 

And that's one of the many reasons I love when I do get to travel. You learn so many things every single day, all of which, you get to take home with you, wherever that may be. Right now, I'm far from the ones I love most, but I'm gathering up memories and experiences that will continue to shape and mould me, hopefully for the better. It's a good life I'm living, and I'm so thankful for this journey that is quickly passing. We're almost a month in. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN? 

I'll never understand time. 

But I'm sure not taking it for granted. 

Even if this "home body" kind of gal gets a bit homesick every so often. 

Mom and Dad, if you're reading this, I love you. I'll give you a call one of these days. Until then, no news is good news. ;) 

- S

 

 

 

 

sarah kierstead