I’m going to clarify my title statement before I become very unpopular. I don’t mean like the awful homeless epidemic that riddles the world due to poverty…
I mean more like we haven’t had a place to call home in almost 5 months.
I have tried not to complain too loudly about our situation with this move to Spain but I have to say, the Carrie Underwood song “Temporary Home” rings more true with me now than it did before when I was deployed.
“This is our temporary home, it’s not where we belong, windows and rooms that we’re passing through. This is just a stop on the way to where we are going. I’m not afraid because I know this our temporary home”
This move to Spain has caused a lot of energy and excitement in our home but also has cause a lot stress, worry and fear as we embark on a journey we have no idea what we are about to face when we land.
The hardest part of this move has been the waiting. We knew we were moving June of 2018, we didn’t get our home packed up till nearly a year later on Memorial Day 2019. That is when we closed up our house and have been temporarily homeless ever since. It will still be another month or so before we will finally have a place to call our own again.
The waiting and being unable to make a plan, or we make a plan and it get dashed against the rocks at full force. These are struggles that I’ve been dealing with over the last several months. No one said that this life I’ve chosen was going to be perfect, I knew what I was getting into before I said “I do”. It doesn’t negate the struggles we deal with as a family.
It has just been simple things that I’ve noticed that have gotten under my skin after so long living out of a suitcase, that part, funny enough hasn’t been difficult. Things like having my own kitchen, not having to sneak past my sleeping baby just to go pee, not having a stove, or Harmony having her own room. These might sound like BIG or tiny little things to complain about but when you don’t have them you realize how much you miss them.
I’ve lived out of a suitcase, on a Navy ship or out of my car for much longer than a few months. It was a different mindset then, which oddly made it easier to deal with than the mindset I have now. Maybe because then I wasn’t a mom…
Here are just random thoughts from a homeless Traveling Photographer…