Home can mean different things to different people at different times in their lives. Our saying is "Home is where we park it" and that is true. Home is also where the heart is and our kids and grandkids are in Florida so we also consider that home. Our drivers licenses are domiciled in Florida so that is another cause to call Florida home. We also have friends and places that we have spent extended periods of time with and it can feel like coming home when we get back to visit. Now we are in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan for the third season.
There were no banners or marching bands but it was a welcome that made us feel like we were home. The people that we spent time with over the past couple of years couldn't have been happier to see us, and we were just as happy to see them. The campground had that familar feeling of being home and the new people we have met seem like they will become part of our Michigan family.
The trailer is getting set up for the long stay so it also will feel more like home. Things that have been stowed for travel will come out and pictures will go back on the wall. The kitchen will be set up for more regular cooking and we will get back into the daily routine of life. The rig also needs to be cleaned. The front has quite a collection of bugs that need to be removed and the few things we put outside to make it known that "we are here" need to come out of the compartments.
Then we start work. The schedule has been posted and we will learn more about what has changed and what is expected of us this year. Then we will, along with all the other workcampers, get into the rhythm that will be the heart beat of the campground this season.
The bugs are calling me, or is that Mary saying to wrap it up? Either way the cleaning process won't get done by itself so I will sign off from our home in St Ignace because.....
Home is where we park it,
Frank and Mary