When Marjorie and I headed out on the road in early November, I couldn't help feel this sense of being untethered. I have never travelled for an extended period like this before. It took about 4 to 6 weeks before I started to feel like my tether was the camper; "Mama". But then it didn't matter where Mama was parked, when I stepped inside, I was home. Tethered. This morning we dropped Mama off at Camping World with the hope that she won't be tied up there too long.

Now I find myself at our beautiful apartment in Portsmouth, NH feeling a little untethered.

While we were travelling, I missed our friends here in NH. Now that we're here, I miss our road friends. We met so many wonderful RV nomads. Everyone had a different story, but a similar wanderlust. Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to reconnect with our anchored friends. They are such an integral part of our life, and I can't wait to catch up and find out what has been going on their lives while we were out and about. However, we have met folks that we promised to see them soon, with no real idea if that was true or not. Now I feel like I owe them a visit. Soon. Someday. I know it will happen, and yet I also know they have no real expectation. Freedom.

We're not done yet. We still have to get Mama to Brooklin, ME for the summer. And even then, it's just the beginning for next years trip. We have our reservations, but I will save that for a later post. For now, we are just happy to be nested into our apartment in Portsmouth, NH...untethered.