Our stay in Yuma would best be described as our “season” in Yuma. Coming in at 80 days, this is the longest continuous stay at any one place by far. We settled into a routine, enjoying the luxuries of being parked in Brad’s parents’ driveway, including but not limited to free WiFi, a full-sized clean shower, date nights without the girls, and lots & lots of family time.
We moved from Christmas season with lots of extended family to the frigid 70 degree days of January, to Valentine’s Day to early spring. So the stay as a whole cannot be described concisely – it was an entire season. Some of the overarching themes, however, were plugging into a community. For us that meant weekly gymnastics, familiar trails, grocery store discounts, borrowing things from neighbors, and lots of karate lessons. I loved the feeling of knowing my way around, but because we didn’t know anyone besides Mom & Pops, it seemed like we should have had a lot of free time. But that weird thing began to happen after a couple of weeks…we got on the carousel of a weekly routine…school/work/sports/volunteer commitments/wanting to relax on weekends, and time warped into lightning speed. Days and days slipped by with anonymity, which was bizarre but restful. It was an easy place to stay. And keep staying. And keep staying. I forgot how nice it was to NOT be moving our house around the country every few days – premaking meals for the travel days, packing up everything inside, looking ahead for future arrangements. We planned to stay for 1 month minimum, and the first time we looked at heading to our next destination, all other locations seemed to be experiencing this bizarre phenomenon called “winter”. In Yuma we were wearing tank tops and occasionally running the Stumbo’s A/C in the afternoons, as one week in January hit 85 multiple times.
During our stay in the Yuma Foothills, each morning at day break and every evening at dusk we listened to a chorus of mourning doves sing throughout the neighborhood, and as the sky got darker we could watch the bats fluttering around the house catching bugs. It really felt like home for a season, and we are so grateful for Mom & Pops’ hospitality.
We aren’t ready to be done with our life on the road, but our 80 days in Yuma were a wonderful breather, and we are back on the road now, refreshed and excited to have more new experiences.