I am NOT an adventurous person by nature. I like home, I like familiar, I like comfort.
Marrying my welder and beginning this type of life has been a huge adjustment for me. I'm such a different, more confident woman than I was just 2 years ago before when we started this journey.
I get many emails asking me for advice on different aspects of the traveling welders life. So I thought I'd start a little branch of my blog called #whyitravel where I share my traveling experience every now and then with those of you who have been interested.
Let's see how this goes, shall we?
My first #whyitravel has to be for my family to be together. That's kind of a given but I have to tell you: it is the most important. When I was pregnant with my second little girl, Cam and I flew back and forth to Texas to visit my husband but kept a permanent residence back at home in SC. It was tough not seeing my husband and her daddy everyday; but it was doable.
For a little while, at least. I didn't want to leave home. But I didn't want to be away from my husband either.
I'll make a long story short as I can on what happened right before and after my littlest was born.
On the day I was to be induced, I got Cam ready for dance, drove her to dance class where she would then leave with my mother in law, and drove myself to the hospital. Not the ideal picture of how I would want my last day of pregnancy to go. Not completely alone; but without my backbone.
Blake was driving back from Texas and wouldn't make it to me until the wee hours after I had already been admitted. Thankfully, I have a wonderful team of parents that kept me wrapped with love and comfort while I waited for my husband.
Then she came! On what should have been some of the most joyous (albeit physically painful) days of my life, Blake and I were in turmoil. He could only stay for a few days before he had to leave, head back to Texas and make a living for us while I stayed home and tackled to the task of taking care of a newborn baby, a then 2 year old, and also myself after I had just given birth and had my tubes tied.
But that was part of the sacrifice we made as a traveling family. I get asked that alot; what's the hardest part of traveling?
Goodbyes. They are always the hardest.
I don't know who it was hardest for. It wasn't a competition. It sucked out loud for all of us. But I knew in that moment when he said goodbye until a month from then when he came home for Thanksgiving, we would follow him anywhere to be a family.
That's #whyitravel. Because the little family we had built together is going to grow together, wherever that may be.
Why do you travel?