the (soon-to-be) end of roadtripping
For our honeymoon, in the summer of 2012,
we went on a six week camping road-trip:
driving west from southern New Jersey,
camping at state and national parks
through the Appalachian Mountains,
the south coast of Lakes Erie and Michigan,
up through Pipestone, the Badlands, the Black Hills,
and Devil’s Tower, throughout Wyoming and Montana,
down through Utah and Colorado,
and back east again on a more southern route,
8,485 miles in all.
Unsure of our future plans,
we were thinking the whole time
that we may find a place we would want to call home.
But nowhere did we feel was right for us.
Some were truly magical, awe-inspiring places.
(Beartooth Pass, on the border of Wyoming and Montana,
stands out as a great example, as does Pike’s Peak in Colorado)
yet nowhere did we feel that we found our new home,
or a place we could call home, even temporarily.
{Where we met in Bahrain, international couplings are quite common.
And within Mohamed’s extended family, their frequency
throughout the past two generations has made family gatherings
a warm, cross-cultural experience.
(This week I began reading Mohamed’s Aunt Rashida’s inspiring autobiography
“My Journey Beyond Borders” about her life as the first Malaysian living in Bahrain.
Her honesty about raising a family while living away from her parents and culture
has resonated with my own isolating experience of raising Marmalade in Austria.)}
Four summers later, on our recent road-trip leaving Austria,
we really feel that we found the place we wanted to call home.
We had joked with friends before beginning the journey
that we were going to drive southwest until we reached the end of the continent,
traveling only one way, moving forward towards our destiny.
By the time we reached Rogil, we were ready to stop and settle.
But the land had been logged and our partners backed out,
and so we are moving a bit further along,
another half hour up the western coast.
Yet in Portugal we already feel more at ease,
and less obviously different than everyone else;
perhaps simply due to the less homogenous population here,
or more historically tied to Portugal’s past presence in Bahrain.
As far as our new home, we are slowly making progress.
Our offer has been accepted, the down payment paid,
and now awaiting bank transfers and paperwork to proceed.
We went back to see the house and asses the needed work on Thursday;
it is already beginning to feel more like home there.
In fact, Marmalade has been calling it “Marmaladey house”
since our first visit and asks when we can go back.
Mohamed’s mom seems to enjoy sitting in the living room,
visualizing the needed renovations on walls, floors, and the bathroom,
while Mohamed’s dad walked the property with the realtor,
assessing the landscape and the potential of the property’s 32 sq. meter ruin.
Eager to get to work and begin repairs and renovations, but enjoying a break,
both from roughing it while squatting and the construction work ahead,
to spend time with Mohamed’s parents and explore Zambujeira do Mar,
a really quaint seaside village with incredible beaches,
nice restaurants, and hiking trails up along the coast.
Only 8 kilometers from our soon-to-be home,
we were excited to see that it is so lovely here;
and once we get our bearings on the local roads,
we should find a relatively easy bike ride to the ocean.
Otherwise, I’ve been doing a lot of laundry,
taking advantage of the running water and electricity that modern living can provide.
Funny, it took about a day to get accustomed to going to the bathroom inside again,
stopping halfway out the backdoor while about to go outside to find some bushes.
Marmalade is enjoying all the attention and affection
that doting grandparents provide.
Which I thought would give me a break to refocus on art,
or future housing and gardening projects,
or something mentally-fulfilling or stimulating,
but other than seeing some pretty flowers I want to grow,
I’ve been in a lull creatively…
Just trying to catch up on sleep
and make sense of the paperwork ahead.
co-director (m) wrote on Sep 23:
Marisa I love the way you are writing in stanzas.
co-director (s) wrote on Sep 22:
Yay, but it's always those papers that need to be pushed, isn't it? Super exciting though!