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Full Time RV Life Is a Relationship

Full Time RV Life Is a Relationship

…it is too!

If relationships are important to you, then you realize the importance of keeping them healthy.  Otherwise, what’s the point?  You’re not much different than a hermit or you’re so narcissistic that you expect everyone else to keep them healthy.  Not your job, right?

Wrong.

PHASE 1 – LOVE

Take marriage, for example.  For some reason, falling in love is like…”a rush”.  Finding someone who thinks you’re awesome is a boost to your ego and makes you feel like you are indeed lovable.  You’re not a weirdo who has no redeeming qualities.  Someone loves you.  That boosts your self-worth.  Hopefully everyone else in the relationship agrees.

PHASE 2 – MARRIAGE

Now you’re married to that person who thinks you’re Prince or Princess Charming.  You’re together a lot more and there’s some positioning and learning that happens.  You both might have had little, insignificant things about you that you never shared or divulged.  It’s all good, right?

Being together all the time or at least around your work day causes those little insignificant things to come into the light.  You’re in love though, so you smile and shrug and love goes on.

People enter into relationships with partners without really being sure who they are themselves.  We figure we know enough, since there’s some history there, right?  We like to sleep.  We enjoy eating three times a day.  Our bodies, when we’re kind of young, are excellent and so we don’t need to be concerned about that lasting forever.  Well, that’s how we think.  Young people feel immortal and like time is of no consequence.  It stretches so far out in front of us that we can’t see the end of it and that’s good enough.  I, personally, am not saying it’s good enough.  I’m saying it because we have this subconscious opinion that it is.

PHASE 1 1/2 – WAIT – WHO AM I?

Knowing yourself is a sliding scale of course.  It’s different for each of us.  There are factors like how long we wait to enter into a relationship, how much time have we spent just with ourselves, how you were raised, etc.  I’ve watched lots of videos about people who are mountain climbers, cyclists, marathon runners, world travelers, book lovers, on-line gamers, and all sorts of things where the person is passionate about whatever it is, and they are comfortable with feeling that way.  They expect it to last a very long time.  Yes, even the on-line gaming.  Hey, if you love doing something and you know you do, you want to keep going.  Well, you get the point, don’t you.  Knowing yourself is like being in a relationship with yourself and that’s kind of what I’m getting at.  You must be in a good relationship with yourself first, before anyone else.

PHASE 3 – KIDS

After you’re married for a while, life sets in.  That honeymoon phase dissipates and there are probably more bills to pay than when you were single.  The number of bills usually increase from there. 

Children come on the scene and a new sort of honeymoon phase begins, except its being crazy in love with these amazing little beings that are the result of the love between you and your partner.  Those little beings start school and get into soccer, ballet, scouts, gymnastics, and probably more and probably different things all the time.  Puberty arrives for them and they get a little crotchety and their expectations are higher for themselves and their freedom than you’re able to go along with, in all good conscience most likely. Small things get blown out of proportion and seem bigger than they probably are.

PHASE 4 – AND SO IT GOES…LIFE 

We heard our parents talk about it, but we always believe it’ll be better for us.  Marriage will be forever.  Children will be amazing beings forever and they’ll be happy acquiescing to our expectations for them their entire lives.

NOW! RV LIFE

PHASE 1 – FULL TIME RV LIFE – A RELATIONSHIP, TOO

Really, it is.  Stay with me for a few minutes and then see if you agree or disagree.

Whether you’re an expert on YOU or just a novice, you think you know what you want and what you are.  Perhaps you see a movie or a video about people who live in RVs.  It looks exciting and fun and smart.  It’s minimalist living and so you’re not as tied to things and the purchasing and maintaining of it all.  Not having all that stuff to take care of frees up a lot of time.  Going over every rise or around every corner will take your breath away.  What’s better than that?

PHASE 2 – THE DECISION AND THE SEARCH

After maybe a day, a week, a month, or years you decide to make the leap.  You’ve done some homework and researched it all.  Time to just do it.

Finding, falling in love with, and purchasing that RV is like falling in love with a person and getting married.  It’s a two way falling in love.  You love that RV and it loves you and is going to change your life.  It’ll last forever, too, right?

The beginning of RV life happens somewhere just after you’ve finally sold, donated, or discarded all your possessions.  Well, perhaps not all were reallocated.  You probably read that it’s a good idea to put some stuff in a storage shed or bin or cubicle somewhere for a year.  That gives you time to find out if you did the right thing and it’s worth continuing.  If it isn’t, you have your stuff back there somewhere and you have a plan B.  If it is the life for you, then you can empty the shed and move on.

All sorts of people embark on full time RV life, whether you’re independently wealthy, retired, a digital nomad, or just plain nomad.  Single people, married people, grey haired folks, and young folks might hit the road in some sort of RV.

PHASE 2 – RV LIKE COURTSHIP

The big day has arrived.  You post on all your social media accounts that the day is here and you’re heading out.  Day One.  It’s an amazing day and sort of like a wedding.  It probably cost a bit to reach this big day.  Maybe a lot of people told you they were jealous and wish they could do it.  They’re so excited and happy for you.  Some say they could never do that.  They couldn’t leave behind family and friends and jobs.  A few will question your sanity.  You are not deterred.  You’ve never been more certain about anything.  CHARGE!

PHASE 3 – LIKE A HONEYMOON

There she is, following me…my RV!

You’re behind the wheel of something, be it the RV itself or the thing that pulls it.  At last it’s the honeymoon phase.  Wonderful things are sure to happen, and everything will be perfect and all expectations will be met and even exceeded.

PHASE 4 – MARRIAGE

Somewhere ahead of you, along the road or on a campsite somewhere in the country, real life happens.  Perhaps you have a partner with you.  Maybe you have a whole family.  Some shuffling about has occurred as everyone found the amount of space they could handle and needed.  Clothes have to be thinned out to make room for everyone else’s clothes, too. If you have a pet, they need some space. Nerves calm a bit when they realize that they will indeed still get to eat meals every day.  Chores are distributed.  Joy is confirmed when fun is had here and there.  No one has jumped out of the boat, desperate to return to their stuff.

PHASE 5 – LIFE!

Dishes still must be done.  There is no dishwasher probably.  Groceries are purchased just like old times.  Beds are made.  Floors are swept or vacuumed.  Showers are taken.  Life is happening, mixed in with a walk along the rim of the Grand Canyon, rides in an amusement park, s’mores and hot dogs made over a campfire.  You’re making your way.  Maybe there are still tears and disappointment or arguments about invaded space, but it’s all worked out and smoothed over.

 

There are days when you wonder at yourself.  What were you thinking when you decided to do this?  It’s more expensive than you thought it would be.  Your house or apartment didn’t get flat tires or have things fall out of the engine compartment.  You didn’t have to lubricate the slide-out on your house.  Most assuredly you didn’t have to empty black and grey tanks every few days.

PHASE 6 – HANG IN THERE!

However, you round another corner, and your breath is taken away.  You encounter other people like yourself and, after a great evening around a campfire talking and laughing with them, you remember just why you did all this.  You figure out that if you buy something for the RV, something has to go.  You make concessions and the RV loves you for it.

PHASE 6 – THE PAY-OFF

One day you fly out to visit family for the holidays.  You sleep in the guest room and eat, graciously, whatever they cook for you.  The bed isn’t what you need, or the room is too hot or cold.  The whole thing is mixed in with good stuff.  Maybe you begin to wonder if, after being in a house or apartment again without grey and black tanks and without the sound of rain on a thin roof, will you be able to go back to RV life.  Again, you wonder.  Hm.  What have I done?

Time to go back to the campground where your RV has been waiting for your return.  You step inside the door and realize that you are home.  This small space with its give and take has come to feel like home. 

Congratulations.  You made it.

Stories

Stories

I’ve been a writer as long as I’ve been an artist. I’m not saying I’m a professional writer. I want to preserve a lives by the telling of their stories. My early writings were about fictional people. I was a child in a troubled family and difficult circumstances. We seemed to roll from one trial to another. I made up stories about parents I wished for and for a me I longed for. After a while I had different things to yearn after, so I wrote about my own life. I wish I wrote about something noble in myself, but my life and a noble life haven’t yet become acquainted. I write for me. I’m a journal keeper. I write about wishes, dreams, struggles, but for the most part I write about things I want to always remember. I love being able to open up one of my journals and bring good memories back to life. There is seldom a time when I go back to read about the bad stuff; the venting and weeping on paper. I can read about the stresses of parenthood, but also about its joys. There were moments in the raising of three children where it was so sweet that I wept from the joy of it. I want to recall all of it, because reading it helps me relive the good times, but also reveal how I often spent far too long on the bad times.

Now that my children are grown and have families of their own, fewer stories are about moments with them. I remember when I was their age and got so busy with life and my own family that I didn’t give my parents the attention they deserved. Now I understand why my mom longed for more time with me and even more telephone calls.

My mom passed away six and a half years ago. I can still remember her voice and see her face. I recall our times together, both good and bad. My grandchildren don’t know her very well. I wanted a way to tell her story for them. She was deep into her time with Alzheimer’s Disease when I realized how important it was to tell something about her. I could no longer ask her questions and hear stories about her growing up. I looked around her small house and saw the things she had hanging on the wall or sitting on shelves. I saw her quilts and her beloved dog Penny. So I told about her by sharing a video about the things she loved.

Sometimes a story is best told like that. As long as I live, it will bring my mom to life once more.

One of Those Times

One of Those Times

This is it. One of those times that is being etched into my brain and onto my heart.

Its my last day in Washington (state). I leave tomorrow morning early and I take a heart full of good memories. This place has been paradise to me. I’ve been to 47 of 50 states. Hawaii is a paradise for many and it was for me as well, but this time…this three weeks…was paradise of a different kind.

Just now Dan (my son) and I were sitting outside at the wrought iron table. We were surrounded by beautiful trees and lush green grass. Katie has planted all manor of beautiful flowering plants and fruit bearing plants. The sky is a brand new shade of blue; Newborn Blue, I’ll call it. It goes so very well with the greens all around. The air is so full of bird song and the feeders near us had waiting lines for a chance to partake. Its truly a garden paradise. The golf course is right next to the backyard and the massive, fully alive trees protect us from stray golf balls. We ate our sandwiches and talked about all kinds of things. But it was the sitting together, sharing a meal, and talking in general that became “one of those times”. They’re rare and you know one when you experience it. We haven’t gotten to do that in many years. Many. Many upon many. Its a treasure. I’m weeping as I write this because I’m loathe to move on from it and slowly begin to forget every detail of it.

Right now Dan is upstairs participating in a Zoom meeting with co-workers. I can hear his voice and its like sweet music. I’ve enjoyed this whole twenty-one day visit, but there’s just something about this last hour that Dan and I got to share, just us two. I’m writing it here now, because I want to come here and read about it from time to time, to keep it alive.

Dan took this photo in the field at the Grand Forest

While I was here, Dan, Hudson (4), Leo (the dog), and I went on a walk in the Grand Forest. It was magical. I would like to have gone there again, but I know I’d get lost.

One Sunday, which just happened to be a record breaking hot day here, we drove to the Pacific Ocean and walked in the shallows. The water was COLD. Yet the air and the sun were almost unbearably hot. It was so nice to watch my family enjoying the beach, the water, and the day. The girls (Aubrey and Lilly) worked on a project in the dry sand near where we were sitting. Later I moved a chair farther from the beach, to sit in a bit of shade. I watched many people. All strangers. Saw how they each made the best of the day at the beach. I listened to conversations near me. I wasn’t eavesdropping, but I was so close, I couldn’t help but hear snippets of conversation. It was a man’s birthday and the others were there to share the day with him. They were all Christians and every now and then they talked about their faith. On the other side of me a young man was sitting in a little stool kind of chair, reading a book. It was a great day.

Its been a perfect three weeks. There has been a mix of busy times, going places times, and relaxing at home times. Hudson and I played a lot of Minecraft. He just likes being with family…doing things with them…being included. Me, too.

Dan built a hot air balloon in our Minecraft town

When I get back to my apartment, I hope that I will go back with a new layer of myself. I’ll draw it around me close when I’m lonely or sad. It will be a comfort to me, having it. It will be woven with fibers and threads of memories, laughter, conversation, board games, delicious meals, quiet walks with the dog, affection from the cat, Amber, seeing Lilly at her ballet practice, having tea with Aubrey at the tea shop in Winslow, and just being here. Taking time to just be.