by: Kelly Anderson
Home is such a funny thing.
Until I got married, home was an inconspicuous little town called Horseheads, NY. The place where I came to escape the world, and crawl under a soft blanket, and my mom would make me peppermint tea, and give me hugs that seemed to solve every problem. I came here to rest from long months filled with college assignments and long restless nights brought on by anxiety and too much coffee.
But now, home has become something I take with me. I've found that home can be a tent in the middle of a forest, or on top of a rocky mountain peak. Home is being with my husband while we eat too many campfire hotdogs, or in the car while we drive the last leg of a nine-hour car ride. My heart yearns for the old and the new, and I have no choice but to keep moving.
Over the past six months, my husband Caleb and I (but mostly Caleb) planned a major adventure; our plan was to hike and camp for fourteen days in twelve National Parks. Not only did we accomplish this goal, but we also added two extra parks, and still stayed in our budget.
It's been over a month since we came back to our tiny apartment in Pennsylvania; tired, yet exhilarated, and not looking forward to going back to work. The "real world" sucks, y'all. And to be honest, it's been tough to blog. I actually haven't blogged one bit. Sure, I posted hundreds of pictures and probably annoyed everyone on Facebook, but have I written about our experiences out West?
A part of me has wanted to tell the world about how we hiked 16 miles one day, and trudged through deep snow (up to our knees) to get to a mysterious frozen lake. I've wanted to share with someone about the feeling of being two feet away from a gigantic elk, and the thrill of seeing a little fawn grazing right outside our tent. But at the same time, I've been selfish, and I've wanted to keep all these stories, and feelings, and thoughts to myself. We share so much of our lives on social media; posting pictures of the waffles we made for dinner, or our effortlessly planned out OOTD. (Whatever that means.)
It's been nice keeping these stories for my own heart to remember and to sigh over while I work long hours with screaming children. But now, it's time I share a little bit about a trip that I believe made me a better me.
I hope you'll enjoy my stories, and that you'll be inspired to get up and have an adventure.
Kelly is a wife to Caleb, mom to Milo the cat, recent college graduate, and member of the Oakmoss Collective Creative Team. She lives in Pennsylvania, but has dreams of traveling the world, becoming a photographer, and writing about weird things that she eats. She really loves donuts.
This month, Kelly will be blogging with several different features about her trip out west! Follow along with Oakmoss as she tells her stories and shares amazing pictures from her adventures around the country!