Ryan and I survived eight weeks of training in the semi-truck, and I received the diploma in the mail just yesterday. I do not say survival lightly, as our team-driving goals and marriage survived being newlyweds, an instructor, a student, and lots of togetherness living in a six-by-six foot box. We have concluded that team-driving is like dog years. One year of marriage in the semi is really like ten or twenty. It’s an insta-pot marriage and not for the faint of heart.

I am so thankful for this opportunity, as having a good job and working alongside my husband are several tangible answered prayers in one. It is hard to wrap my head around how God works everything out so perfectly after years of confusion and waiting, but that is why He is God, and I am not. I cannot emphasize enough how thankful I am for waiting on God and how faithful He is. If only stubborn us could understand and not freak out along the way but trust He DOES love us enough to discipline (Hebrews 12) and teach us for reasons and seasons (Ecclesiastes). With all that said, living on the road makes one appreciate things that are often taken for granted.

Being a caregiver for years and not having a “career” or a job more than a few miles from my home made me want to leave home. When that season was nearly over, I longed to be away but never could find the “it” thing to do. I was called to be a caregiver and never left home. There were several factors behind that, but I never had the “college experience,” nor did I ever want to. However, I mentally strived to be on my own and probably suffocated myself a bit in the process. What is funny is that the more I strived, the more God never allowed me the opportunity to be “Miss Independent,” and I am thankful. Never forget the four-year season when God took my car away, and I had to share a mini-van with my dad to restore our relationship. Cue: War flashbacks…What a ride (literally!). I never truly believed in the leaving your family mentality as I believe we are to be in a community and take care of each other. I am unsure where the “break away from your family” mindset originated, but it is a breeding ground for selfishness.

With all that said, being in the truck has made me miss everyone. Sure, I text a lot and try to keep in touch with people as often as possible, but being in the truck has me planning imaginary dinner parties where I can be with all my people at once and cook all the food I can dream of. There’s not much cooking in the semi, but it made me realize how much I enjoy doing so. There isn’t much of anything except driving, so you realize how much you give up in this lifestyle and how much there is to do at home. I think it also acts as an anti-procrastination catalyst because being unable to do anything in the truck makes you want to do EVERYTHING when out of it. On the last visit, I made a photo book of our honeymoon photos from Breckenridge when I got home. Some people “get to that” 10 years after they are married. haha

We are on our hometime now, and I spent the last couple of days cleaning things out and organizing. Ryan and I will stay with my dad for now as it will help my dad out and let us save for the future. It doesn’t make sense to buy a house right now, especially in this market, but also while out on the road. This is also hilarious because now I am married and still not moving out. God has a sense of humor. However, “bloom where you are planted”. Ryan is the master of organization, which is beginning to rub off on me. I have been purging things to make room for everyone living here comfortably.

I have little time to keep up with my blog, but I have been posting silly videos on Instagram to keep up and stay creative.

God is good. He is faithful. Team Nestle is on the road.

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