I was going to let the moment pass without my input but I can’t.
It’s so amazing to me that we’ve been gone for 100 days.
(100 and a few by the time you read this post.)
When we set out in June we were excited: 365 days of travel lay ahead. What would we see/do/experience? How would we cope without babysitting grandparents, schools to send them to, friends to call on? Would the close quarters leave us less than friendly after a few weeks? Could we really do it?
100 days later and there are fewer questions.
We’ve done it.
Shared our brightest moments with friends online and made dozens of new friends in person.
100 days of “Mommy can I sleep with you?” and “It’s my turn.” and “I love this trip” and “Best. Ever.”
100 days of inside jokes, and “that’s so cool” and “can we do it again?”
100 days of “we can do this.” and “I’ve got your back.” and “No regrets.”
Not one of them would I give back. Not one member of my traveling posse would I change.
We are 100 days in and I for one can’t wait for the next batch.