At Home in the World: 9 MONTHS, 5 BACKPACKS, 4 CONTINENTS, 3 KIDS, 1 HUSBAND.

At Home in the World

This is the story of how our family spent an ordinary nine months in an extraordinary way: circumnavigating the earth to see, firsthand, the places we've always wanted to explore. Through paper lanterns in Thailand, three-foot-wide Venetian passageways, the community of strangers in Zimbabwe, and beyond, I unearth the dance between wanderlust and rootedness; how to be both lost and at home in the world.

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  1. Oh, my heart! This poem weaves together such tangible emotions and a story near and dear to my heart. I love it! So glad you posted it here today.

    • Thank you so much, Annie! I dearly love this story, too. We had a period of a few months when my kids wanted it read to them *over* and *over* and *over*… And that line of Mr. Mallard’s always struck me as hilarious and loaded… 🙂

  2. I love “We’re Going on a Bear Hunt” by Michael Rosen! Come to think of it, it’s about a dad going on an adventure with his kids. It’s been a family favorite for years. All of my kids love it, and even my two year old knows some of the words now.

  3. That first article is so interesting and speaks to my belief that we need to praise effort and not a supposedly-innate ability we’re born with. The article is new to me because it’s the first I’ve heard that there’s a difference with the way adults speak to boys vs girls. Hope you don’t mind if I share the link!

  4. Just wanted to let you know I started reading 7 by Jen Hatmaker. I love it. I am so far away from living like she does — but the book has given me a much needed perspective shift. Thanks for the tip!

  5. Flopsy and Cottontail learned a lot from watching Peter. He got in trouble all the time ‘cause he was so rebellious. He told his mother (and his father, before that gentleman rabbit met his demise) exactly what he was thinking and incessantly argued with her about what he wanted to do. Her patience was sorely tried by Peter.

    As a result of observing Peter and his problems, Flopsy and Cottontail were not rebellious. They especially benefitted from contemplating the results of his latest actions. Their mother went to town to do her marketing and she explicitly told them to stay out of Mr. McGregor’s garden. She vividly made her point by reminding the bunnies of what had happened to their father in said garden. They all listened attentively while planning how to have fun while Mom was gone.

    Peter, who knew all along he was going to do exactly what his mother forbade him to do, hopped right out of their burrow and made himself flat as he squeezed under Farmer McGregor’s gate. Mopsy, who never had an original idea or a rebellious thought in her head, played with her fluff on the soft sand floor of the burrow. Flopsy and Cottontail, knowing that their mother had previously warned them about going to the Peace Hill yard but not caring to obey her instructions, went straight away to the appealing grass. There was so much clover to eat! And after they filled their tummies, they rolled and scampered in the mulch under the fir tree. Sometimes they brought Mopsy if she promised never to tell their mom. The bunnies didn’t know that the folks there would never hurt them because they looked forward every day in spring to watching the bunnies and their antics.

    Peter had a horrible time of it in Farmer McGregor’s garden. Why would Flopsy and Cottontail want to be scared half out of their wits by being chased by the mean man waving his hoe at them? And they were very afraid of his cat. They had heard about cats from their cousin, Benjamin. Peter did get to eat radishes and cabbages and lettuce, but it cost him his new blue jacket and stylish shoes when he tried to run away. He later admitted that he had been extremely frightened and even cried when he couldn’t find his way out. The mouse with the pea in her mouth had been no help at all. (They had never found mice to be helpful in any way).

    After all the running, and crying, and eating too much, he was so sick when he got home that he couldn’t eat the yummy milk and blackberries that Mother prepared for supper.

    He did have Mom all to himself as she put a cold cloth on his head and spooned chamomile tea into his mouth a little at a time. And the other bunnies flopped on the floor close to the bedroom door so they could hear her soothing voice as she talked with Peter while he fell asleep.

  6. Good day! This post could not be written any better! Reading this post reminds me of my good old room mate! He always kept chatting about this. I will forward this page to him. Fairly certain he will have a good read. Many thanks for sharing!