I Feel The Tug of Home

At the beginning of the tour, it was strong but somewhat tempered by the excitement of the journey ahead.  However, through the excitement, I still had days that I thought I just could not go on, I could not do this ride.  I cannot live like this for two months.  The tug of home was strong. 

As the tour wore on and the reality of being on the road set in, the tug of home was there, but not as strong.  I had a job to do.  This ride was my job.  I turned to God and he pulled me along.  He gave me energy to get up each morning and make it through.  I was focused and enjoying this job and the beauty of God’s creation rolling out before me. 

Mid tour and the tug of home was still there but it had become familiar and manageable.  But something else had happened.  I was feeling home around me.  The daily life with my teammates feels a little like home, comfortable, easy. 

My need for home is momentarily tempered by a whirlwind visit from my husband and visits from friends.  I feel a sense of normalcy. 

Now in Nashville and two weeks away from the Atlantic Ocean I feel the tug of home.  I make flight reservations, I think about the first things I will do when I get home, I start planning my day-to-day life again.  I’m excited to hug my family and friends, to permanently unpack my things and sleep in my bed. 

Yet I feel the tug of home here.  The relationships made and cemented during this ride across the country.  The things we have shared together that send us into spasms of laughter that no one else understands.  Each other’s mannerisms and sayings we know so well. 

This summer has been more than just a bike ride.  It has given me a new home in this Ride:Well community.  A home that will always tug at my heart.