We’re Drifting Between Shores, Waiting for a New Home

Navigating uncertainty, holding onto hope, and trusting the journey

Florida plates, frozen solid in an unfamiliar winter. A fitting metaphor for the in-between — caught between where we’ve been and where we’re going. Photo by author.

To the Journey! 🚀✨

I’ve never really been good at waiting. Patience may be a virtue, but it’s never been one of my strongest. Right now, I find myself in that in-between place — caught between the life we’ve built in our motorhome, called Simba, on the Columbia River and the home we’re waiting to step into.

A real apartment. Four solid walls. A space that is ours, not borrowed from the wind and the water.

And the wait is almost over!

​For over five years now, our life has been shaped by the rhythm of the river and changes of the seasons. The sunrise spilling over the water facing the banks of Oregon, the winter storms battering against our windows, the way Simba creaks and groans at night like a cosmic sea whale from a Sci-Fi drama.

It’s been home — not always comfortable, not always easy, but home all the same. And yet, it was always temporary. A stopgap between what was and what could be.

Two ships drift along the Columbia River, framed by the quiet stillness of our temporary home. The view from Simba where we wait for what’s next. Picture by author.