Just wrapped up a big adventure with two of my boys, my sister's family and my parents. We said goodbye to mountains and loved ones, packed and loaded 32 years (or more) of stuff, and drove a thousand miles (give or take). We arrived, met other loved ones, ate too much a couple of times, unloaded all that stuff, only broke some of it, and managed to play a bunch too. I'm all worn out! I think most of us are.

There were physical demands from lifting and travelling. There were emotional strains from uprooting and being uprooted as well as struggling to accomplish a big project with multiple constraints and team members. It's funny how people always seem to get in the way of progress!

The adventure continues, even though most of us are returning to our routines. Hopefully, many memories were made, more good than bad.