It’s summer, so I am off on my summer adventures. I have gone off on summer adventures as soon as I left my family home. I remember the shock of freedom as I drove across the country, fearless in my art car with my dog and French press. The adventures defined by the difficulties, usually financial, usually involving the art car.
Then later, on my own still but with a husband doing his thing at home. Both learning to be independent and still connected. Worrying my Suegra that it was an indication of marital issues, this summer apart business.
And then with an infant! Traveling solo with a baby, usually staying within the safety of the Ozark mountains but challenging myself with diaper and outfit changes in jerky airplane bathrooms. Those days were hard, wiggly and exhausting.
To now, with two teenage girls, traveling back and forth over the Bajio, encouraging them to complete their chemistry, while having only the vaguest notion of redox reactions myself, trying to keep them safe. Trying to teach them to love traveling. Hoping that the misadventures and the tribulations will become addictive.