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It’s Time | The Big Blue Bus Tour

Sam-1

It’s midnight and I really should be sleeping. Miss B is snoring softly as she lays snuggled in a cocoon made from blankets on the floor beside our bed. She’s been fighting a cold the last few days. In fact, we hit a major milestone this week. Miss B took medicine. Willingly. And cold medicine to boot, which we all know has the worst taste ever. Jake and I were preparing for a battle, but she took it without a fight and has continued her compliance for the past three evenings. I’m still in a bit of awe over that. Miss B is a stubborn thing and if she doesn’t want to do something, she doesn’t. Its really that simple.

But her snoring isn’t what is keeping me awake. It’s the thought of tomorrow. Tomorrow we get back on the road. It has been incredibly comfortable here at my sister’s house. We’ve had an wonderful time and our hearts are filled with the memories we’ve made. But it’s time to go. I’m trying to decipher how I feel about that.

We spent the morning getting the bus ready. We washed the sheets, swept the floor, organized the nooks and crannies. Tomorrow we’ll stop for groceries on our way out of town and we’ll be good to go. I feel a little heavy in my heart about the whole thing, but I’m not sure why. And I’m not sure what would make me feel better. Which is why I’m still awake mulling over these thoughts.

I think the word I’m looking for is bittersweet.

I’m sad to be leaving cousins, and my sister. And private bathrooms, bedroom doors, consistent indoor temperatures, dependable wi-fi, a convenient washer and dryer and a fully stocked kitchen. The things I’ve always taken for granted. I like being comfortable.

Yet I’m excited too about getting into the bus and heading out. Exploring new places and having more adventures. The good things in life come when we’re a bit uncomfortable and unsure. That’s what I keep telling myself.;)But really… it’s time.

Sam-16

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