We meet wonderful people everywhere – state by state.
The girls find friends to dress-up with, to play rough-and-tumble with, and to scream extra loud with.

Tim & I meet people to play Catch Phrase with after the kids are in bed, to go running with, to have crazy adventures in NYC with, and to pray with around campfires.

And then, in a blink – we’re waving again.
* Big shout-out to Mike & Colleen, Mick & Eileen, Jay & Kristen, Jay & Sara, Dirk & Valerie, Roger & Janette, Troy & Suze, Dave & Carol, and so many others we’ve had to wave good-bye to on this grand adventure. Miss you.









“I want to play with Ava,” my 4-year-old said this afternoon, with tears streaming down behind her adorable pink glasses.
Today, we pulled into our new campground in Austin. We’ll be staying here for two weeks (the campground is sponsoring our stay). We could tell instantly that it was a very ritzy place with luxury motorhomes, boats, and vehicles at every turn. As I was looking out the window, I said to Tim, “There are A LOT of rich people here.” Our 4-year-old suddenly blurted out, “WE’RE not rich. We’re skinny!”
Before I begin, I want to be sure to emphasize that we are really enjoying this new lifestyle. We have a truck, a 5th wheel, and our family – and we’re seeing the country together. We’re making magnificent memories, stretching our brains, and expanding our hearts.
No real sense of “community.” This is probably the number one reason why most families don’t stay on-the-road indefinitely. It’s hard to build and foster strong friendships when you are a nomad. Don’t get me wrong – we are encountering fabulous people everywhere we go. Still, it’s not quite the same as having neighbors right next door. I can already sense that our girls miss having the familiarity of close friends a little bit (and maybe…so do I).




