An emotionally questionable woman and her emotionally questionable dog hit the road, living and traveling in a mechanically questionable 1988 Ford Econoline van.
This is my time, this is my tear.I can see clearly now that this is not a placeFor playing solitaire.Tell me where you want me.This is my time, this is my tear.Coming on strong, Baudelaire.Seems to me like all the world gets highWhen you take a dare.Let it rise before you.This is my crime!Tear, Red Hot Chili Peppers
oh! That took my breath away! you're selling Vanta-c!! I understand of course, but its a little sad. Please only sell it to someone who deserves it.
Oh I can so relate. We just finalized the sale on our RV last weekend and it felt soooooo good. Closing the book on one part of your life and embracing another is so refreshing and healthy. When we moved into our little rental house after we moved out of the RV, Matt and I would say about 10 times a day "I just flushed the toilet and it's not sitting under my feet" or "My shower was HOT for 10 minutes" or "Hey! Wanna do laundry?" :) It's the little things in life and our journey (as yours did too) made us realize how life truly is about the little things. And we are so SETTLED. Not itching to go anywhere for awhile. But like you said, we'll watch our friends' journeys and start saving up for the next great adventure. Enjoy your homecoming...you deserve it! :)
Congrats on getting in your apartment. As for RV living, it indeed has its ups and downs. I am often glad for the little shack/storage building I use in the mountains even though it is in my home-town which isn’t much of a home to me, and I just don’t belong in it. So I guess I’m just an RV part-timer these days, currently saving for a new adventure. But hey, I am also glad for my camper. I’d not like it so much though if I had to bum a shower all the time and all the goodies didn’t work. Heck I even rigged an extra shower on the outside to go with the one inside. When I’m on the road, I boondock in the thing sometimes as well, but I try to pull into a decent campground after a week or two of boondocking. It’s a bummer that I didn’t get to meet ya on the road somewhere.And hey! I hope your new adventures are grand as well.--Dale
I am glad you can poop again!
Hey congratulations, you seriously deserve the luxury of your own place again, with a real toilet!
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