Where has the time gone?

The beginning:

We started this journey a year and a few months ago. There have been times when all I wanted to do is go find a nice house to rent somewhere and get out of this very small space that we live in. I have read that many women go through the emotions that I have gone through for the last year and some months. I wanted to start this journal so I could document my thoughts and feelings. Some days the feelings are so overwhelming that they nearly knock me over. I hope that anyone who reads this will find something for to use in their day to ay life. What I know beyond any measure is that full time RVing is not for the faint at heart.

In November 2014 we put our pretty little ranch style home on the market thinking that we would be able to stay through the holidays. Yeah, well…not so much. It sold in less than 24 hours. I wasn’t ready. I had poured my heart and soul into that house. Selling it felt like I was selling part of my soul. The day I drove away that last time I felt like I was breaking. We also had the business to close. Then there was 20 years of combined “stuff” and a lifetime of “stuff” for each of us individually. Oh my…just what did we get ourselves into. Would we survive as a couple? Even after all this time would we be OK? Dave was a champ about the whole thing…I was more important than the “stuff”. (Did he remember that horrible argument about a damn weed blower?) Life would be great. He liked how relaxed I was when we were camping. He said all the right stuff. I heard what he was saying, but couldn’t respond. He just wanted me to be as excited as he was. Sometimes I don’t think that has happened even yet. In December 2014 all I could think of was that I had to fit things that we would need to live in a space that is 36 feet long and 8.5 feet wide when the slides are in. Oh my God what have we gotten ourselves into?

On December 10, 2014 we moved into our new home. I cried. I was frustrated when things wouldn’t fit into specific spaces. Add to that…the worst storm to hit Southern California in years blasted us with cold, rain, wind and snow! In SoCal…really???? The cats spent the first night walking up and down the coach crying…me too. Then Jenna, who didn’t want to go potty outside because it was cold and rainy (and did I mention cold?) pooped on the bed and ruined a down feather comforter. OH MY GOD! I lost it. I absolutely knew that I was NOT going to like what was about to happen.

We lived on the beach for four months. It was a tough life that most people envied. When I allowed myself I knew that life was good. More later on the first year.


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