You may have noticed things have been silent here for a year or so. Life has been a whirlwind since landing back in Canada in July of 2016.
In short, a scholastic adventure took us to Scotland as a young family. After living abroad for five years, we moved home and our plans unraveled. Really unraveled. I’m talking no real place to call home, a hurry-up-because-the-suspense-is-killing-me job hunt, a health scare or two and – surprise! – an unexpected pregnancy.
We lived out of suitcases for thirteen months straight. Strangers near and far opened their homes to us. We packed out guest rooms, shimmied in and out of condos, curled up in basement suites, sprawled out in abandoned suburban homesteads, wandered along rustic waterfront property, and played dress up in a five-million dollar family home.
Eventually, Steve landed a research gig. We bought a jet black minivan, crammed our essentials into our very unsexy Batmobile, and carted our life across the country with two giddy kiddos and a three-and-a-half week baby. True story.
The adventure was a crash course in letting go, living lean, embracing inconvenience, practicing vulnerability, and stepping out in faith. We experienced life on the receiving end of audacious generosity, a place many people desperately avoid. Friends, it was eye-opening. We’re not a community unless we ask for each other’s help. If we never ask, we rob others of the joy that comes with giving generously. It has to go both ways.
Work in progress
Steve and I have a standing date night dedicated to writing a memoir. Our mission is to capture our thoroughly inconvenient year, the one that had us practically homeless and unexpectedly expecting, and turn it into a juicy book for our children. This is their story, after all.
If anyone else wants a copy, awesome. The plot twists are wild and we have a lot of student debt to pay off. (If you’re a book agent and this sounds like something you want to get behind, let’s chat!)
Pour a drink and don’t hold your breath. Patience is a virtue.