We felt a slight jolt of joy and excitement as our RV rolled across the Tennessee state line: we were getting closer to “home,” or at least whatever version of it we remembered from before our trip. To be honest, I was ready to be in a sticks-and-bricks environment after ten months in the RV. As sweet as our home on wheels was, I had missed hosting friends and family, especially at holiday time—of course, thanks to the pandemic, we couldn’t have done much hosting anyway, so not much lost, I guess. I missed the familiar and I looked forward to returning to Knoxville.