(Today's Blogger: Fr. Michael)
Well, we're on our way!
It's incredible how quickly we went from an idea to the reality of our family taking a long road trip. But first, a brief recap of the "journey" to this point. In January, our time living and serving at St. Innocent Orphanage/Project Mexico ended somewhat unexpectedly, and in the middle of the school year. My mom graciously welcomed us home into her house. She even let us bring the dog and cat! Up until a few weeks ago, we were just waiting to hear from Metropolitan PHILIP to find out where we'd be serving next. Vicky was working part time doing temp work, and I was homeschooling the kids. Although we were comfortable, the wait started to get a little hard on everyone. One day I was thinking, what if this isn't a tough time to endure but instead was one of the greatest opportunities we've ever been given? About that same time, Maria was surfing the Internet looking at all the cool places there are in the US to visit, and--Voila!--the idea was born.
At first, the idea of a long road trip was a joke, or at best a "sure, like that would ever happen." But then we moved the idea from the "impossible" column to the "possible." That's when the excitement and the planning went into high gear.
How long should we go for? A month or two? Maybe more! We can't afford hotels for that long. How about a trailer--we can camp! Is there a trailer light enough that our Pilot can tow? Yes! Oh, man, that one got sold. But if we sold a car and bought a truck that could pull more...
Etc, etc., etc.
While I was busy working out the logistics, Vicky was working to make as much money as she could before we left. And the kids? They were working on the list of places to see (it's currently two pages long and about to become three).
Last week was a busy one: selling the CR-V, buying a '99 Toyota 4Runner, buying the trailer, packing, and figuring how to live without a permanent address for a few months. Then two days ago found us loading up the last few things into the trailer at 5:00 AM and off we went. I was a bit nervous, never having pulled a trailer, and there was a Pacific storm we were trying to beat to San Jose.
The trip went very smoothly, and we've already experienced our first miracle. On the drive up yesterday, we passed Santa Barbara with a little less than half a tank so it wasn't a great stretch to decide we'd gas up in Buellton, only 45 miles away. Well, a half hour later found us sputtering up the pass through the Santa Barbara mountains. With the engine alternately revving and stalling, I was actually hoping we were out of gas (although the gas gauge still read a little less than a quarter tank) since the alternative was that our 4Runner just wasn't big enough to pull the trailer up big hills. That would significantly alter where we could travel to for the next few months. We managed to sputter up to the top of the hill, coasted down a bit, and then came to the next off ramp: we had made it to Buellton! We slowly made it up the off ramp in fits and starts, until the engine died--right at the end of the off ramp. With a gas station merely steps away. Really--who runs out of gas at a gas station? God is so good!
We made a mental note (in the 4Runner, a quarter tank is almost empty), gassed up, and finished our trip to San Jose without incident.
The first leg of the trip is the only part that's been planned. We're currently staying with Fr. Samer and Julianna Youssef and their beautiful family in San Jose, where they've welcomed us as part of the family to celebrate Holy Week and Pascha. They've been more than wonderful to us and we so appreciate the friendship we've enjoyed with them, especially over the past few years.
Next week, we plan to explore the Monterrey peninsula and San Francisco before we head to Yosemite for the week after next. After that, we're heading "that-a-way" (with the wave of the hand toward the north) to Oregon, Washington, and maybe up into Canada. At some point, we'll turn east for a bit, then head south. That's about as specific as our plans are at the moment. We might go a month and say we've had enough. Or we may keep going until we need to arrive at our next home, wherever that may be. That's part of the beauty of this trip to me: we get to let the trip unfold and see where it leads us.
And so, no, we're not there yet. And not just in terms of the next stop on the trip. We're not "there" yet in terms of our next ministry assignment, and that situation has made this whole trip even possible.
And like all families, we're not "there" yet either. We have much growing together yet to do. In life, like this trip we're on, none of us are "there" yet. I'm just so grateful that we have such a wonderful opportunity to enjoy getting closer to "there." In all aspects.