I have to confess that I was quite suspicious of this book. I trust the other Carrie though and so I was willing to give it a whirl. I didn't expect to like it much, especially since Carrie gave the warning that there is quite a bit of language scattered throughout the story (she didn't realize that when she picked the book.) Expecting to have to force myself through Jennifer Wilson's story, I opened the pages of Running Away to Home and found myself lost in Croatia and loving the journey.
As Carrie forewarned us, there is a hefty bit of language and quite a bit of drinking. (The culture over there drinks a lot of alcohol, apparently.) Since I'm not against alcoholic consumption on its face, this aspect didn't really bother me very much. What I mean is, I wasn't bothered that the people enjoyed a good drink or two. I am, however, adamantly opposed to the idea of drinking in excess, becoming drunk or losing control of one's faculties and that does happen quite a bit in this book. I mention this because I know that these two things combined will cause the conservative reader to shy away from this tale. I can't say that I would blame them. I did choose to ignore the foul language though because I thought Wilson had a lot of interesting things to say about her family's journey to Croatia.
The premise of the story is this: Wilson and her husband decide to move their family from Iowa to Croatia for one year's time. They do this for several reasons:
1. To explore Jennifer's ancestral roots;
2. To escape their fast paced American life; and
3. To expose their children to other parts of the world and teach them to travel.
All of these things were accomplished to some degree or another.
The thing which makes this book so very intriguing to me, of course, is their desire to escape America's commercialized, fast-paced society. They wanted to slow down and take time to be a family. Their savings allowed them to take one year off from work and do this and so they took advantage of the opportunity.
I'm especially drawn to this idea of simplifying one's life. At the beginning of the year Jonathan and I began discussing how we could simplify our lives a bit. We would love to be able to spend more downtime as a family. We'd like to make more time to experience real fellowship with other people without constantly attending to a To Do list which cuts others out. We wanted to be able to stop collecting "stuff" and tend to our land, raising our own fruits and veggies and enjoying more homemade goodies. It's nice to think of all of those things, of course, but exactly how do you do that when you look around your house you see the stuff you've accumulated? You see the stuff you paid good money for! It's kind of hard to just decide to get rid of your stuff. (Money wasted! Aaack!)
Then I left a chicken on the stove and forgot about it. In a "painfully easy" sort of way, God allowed for us to be smoked out the large majority of our possessions. We're in temporary housing with a handful of items that have always been ours. Our house is under wraps, with things being cleaned and tossed. We don't know what we're going to have when we walk back through the doors. We have no idea what the future holds for any of it.
And you know what? I'm glad!!!!
We didn't have the courage to say goodbye to stuff all by ourselves. It still is rather painful to think about some items which have been lost (and some which we really hope can be fairly easily cleaned or replaced!) We've moved into this new situation with less and I've discovered a few things.
1. When you have less stuff, there's less to clean and care for. Clean-up of this entire temporary housing takes all of 30 minutes. Entirely. Every item put away, every bed made, dishes washed, etc. It's all done in half an hour. The entire house can be cleaned on a daily basis because most every drawer and cabinet is empty and there is only one basket of toys.
2. On Sunday, we didn't have stuff that we had to keep up with or tend to or set into position to run smoothly in the upcoming week. We could go to church and felt completely free to stay afterwards and fellowship and eat lunch with others. Why not? There was nothing pressing to run home to! (Except naps. Naps are always worth coming home too, still.) It was truly a day of peaceful rest, sans stuff.
In a way, we're currently in our own Croatia - away from everything that is familiar and away from everything that demands constant attention. We're just here. It's ok to sit quietly. It's ok to read books. It's ok to play a few games. It's also ok to not have things perfectly arranged as we are used to. Dishes don't have to match. Matching dishes do not create happy atmospheres. People do. People. Fellowship. Slow, quiet moments to enjoy both things in. That's the beauty in this life right now. And so I really don't mind if we have to stay in this temporary housing for a long, long time because I want to make sure I learn and remember how peaceful it is to own practically nothing.
Wilson and her family experienced the same thing in Croatia. I AM happy to say that I can learn this in an English speaking country though. That's very helpful! Here are some quotes that I really identified with as I read along:
"Jim and I rarely spent time alone without distraction and without the aid of a television. I actually felt awkward. I suppressed an urge to find something to busy myself. It was like learning to breathe in a different way. Imagine having all the uninterrupted time in the world. On one hand, it feels really liberating. On the other, it eliminates everything you've guilt around yourself that distracts you from, well, you. We just sat down on the yard swing and rocked in silence, getting used to things." (Chapter 6, page 70)
That's almost exactly how I feel these days. Since I have lost most of my distractions at home, I also decided to take the plunge and ditch my Facebook account at the same time. (Get all of the pain over at once you see!) I've had more time to read, to play, to think. I'm not as distracted from me (or from my family.) I admit it's very nice. (Although it is also still painful, truth be told. I really rather liked Facebook.)
"Our Victorian house in Des Moines was a needy old girl. No weekend away would go unpunished without days jammed with chores just to keep her moderately clean and functional. Having just a little bit of stuff, and a little bit of space, felt like a luxury in comparison." (Chapter 12, page 132)
That is the truth of it! Without as much to clean and care for, I really feel like I have a ton of "downtime" on my hands. (I also dropped the C.S. Lewis class in light of everything going on and without that added hustle and bustle, we're just breathing in and breathing out without as much pressure in the home - which is great! There's always plenty of pressure outside of it.)
"I'd dreamed of this trip as an escape when we were back home. But life follows us everywhere. I could be as restless in Croatia as I was in Iowa. Jim was still a mother hen. The kids were still four and seven. Parenthood still had a tendency to trump romance. The lesson sank in as the sun set: You can't run from those things that make up the very fabric of your life - even if you change the scenery. You just have to ride the waves. Roll with it." (Chapter 17, page 180)
That is also true and we need to be realistic. Our quirks and sinful habits came with us. (Those take a different kind of smoking out!) But we're left with time to contemplate and deal with it. We can't run away and hope that a big life change and shake up will solve all of our problems. They still lurk in the shadows, if they aren't outright staring at us in the face. Trials and changes aren't meant to 'take us away from it all'; rather they refine us and give us perspective.
"The village had taught my family a deep gratitude for what we had. . . . [The trip] was about losing what didn't matter; and gathering to us all the things that did. . . . And for that, we would live with gratitude." (Chapter 36, page 314)
And that's what I hope we learn from our time away from our home. I hope we learn gratitude. I hope we remember that stuff not only just doesn't matter, but that it 'ties you down to so many lesser things' as Steven Curtis Chapman has sung. Jennifer Wilson learned that for her family and she shares their adventures in a very interesting way. I identified with a great deal of it, although not as a world traveler. Rather, I and my family are on a spiritual journey right in the town where we live. Again, I am grateful.
This song has long been a favorite but it holds more meaning for me these days:
I want to know so much
In the way of answers and explanations
I have cried and prayed
And still I seem to stay
In the middle of life’s complications
All this pursuing leaves me feeling like I’m chasing down the wind
But now it’s brought me back to You
And I can see again
This is everything I want
This is everything I need
I want this to be my one consuming passion
Everything my heart desires
Lord, I want it all to be for You, Jesus
Be my magnificent obsession
I just want to hang on to this.
In the meantime, if you think you can handle it, I highly recommend Running Away to Home and I'm glad Carrie picked it. You still have this week to read it and it reads at a fast pace. (I'll be posting the wrap-up post for this month's book club on Friday.) Curious to hear what everyone else who has had a chance to read it thinks of it!
**If you click over to the other Carrie's blog you will discover that she is pregnant with her third child and is experiencing some complications in the pregnancy which have landed her in the hospital for the duration of her pregnancy. If you would please pray for Carrie's health and safety, as well as for her new baby's, that would be most appreciated!!