progress is slow and halting

So when it comes to Patrick and his recovery from the fire, I'm afraid I'd let my guard down. I really thought we'd made such progress, I could breathe and resume some semblance of a normal life. And then we went on vacation, and I was reminded how much distance we have yet to cover. This trip, although fun, it totally stressing him out. As I write this he's sleeping in my bed again after a day long attitude problem. This trip is hard for him, being away from home and in a strange place. I had forgotten where he is and where his head is. I'm proud of him for going, and I think the positive memories of coming to this same place last year help. He keeps trying to convince me to let him run off and do things on his own, I think he's running from his own anxiety. He know he wants to be here, but the reality of it is harder when you're there. I had forgotten how hard this was for him to be away from home. Once he quieted down and I asked, he admitted he was stressed. This is actually huge for him to be able to talk about what's in his head. I need to try and focus on getting him to talk about what he's thinking and feeling. The best example I can come up with is he talked the whole way here about how he couldn't wait to sleep in his top bunk bed, then refused to sleep there when the time came. He just needed to be near me and I can accept that. He's here and he's asleep. I remember how bad his first overnight trip after the fire was, and look at where he is now, and I can see he is going in the right direction. I only need to remember to be patient.