Romancing the RV

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There is the part of me asking “why this” soundly wrestling with the part of me that is soley governed by seeking freedom.

While millennials are being marketed freedom on the road, touring the yard in their Mercedes Sprinter, I am in an RV for an entirely different reason. As are many many people out there. So maybe I feel more akin to them at the moment. Necessity breeds invention so they say.

And yet I am not so different from either. One perhaps seeking the solitude of the only sound being the pitter patter of rain on the aluminum roof – a full sky of stars on clear nights – and perhaps just crickets or tree frogs at other times.

With all this rain I am starting to hear the frogs again. I wonder if they hibernate in the painfully dry months. Google will know.

The other – either grew here or transferred here to build a home with the same amenities. Namely – quiet and solitude. Slow. Social by choice I imagine, even for those involved in community. But then, fire.

Lost homes. Alternative: buy an RV while the rebuild takes place. Could take awhile. For some, RV life just becomes the new norm.

Since living here I have found that a multitude of my assumptions about “life outside of N. County” are shit. Perhaps a truer statement is that the ideas that I have developed, the notions, opinions, “boundaries” as is so the popular term of late, require some serious debunking.

And while it is nice to have to luxury of separating from “toxic” people, it is worthwhile to learn the patience to do your best to help them grow alongside you. Especially when they are the ones who are there with you and “here” is a more desirable place than “nowhere”. At least as you age. It may be that more often it is you that can’t handle them than they who can’t handle you.

So there you have it. The same, yet different. RV life. Compression. Rain pitter patter on the roof. Nothing but time to reflect. Maybe write. Spend actual time giving belly rubs to the dogs. The new proverbial cabin in the woods.

Peaceful Morning

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This morning I woke up at 5AM, put on warm clothes, stretched staring up at the (all) the stars, and put the greca coffee maker on the grill burner.

And, of course, I gave Button a couple of belly rubs while she purred her mastiff purr.

It’s probably around 55 degrees. It doesn’t bother me but I am reconsidering my LL Bean order. 🙂 I am grateful the heat has broken and I feel like moving around again. My body needs more “doing”. Since I got back from SD I’ve realized that the room for movement is what feeds my soul and eases my anxiety.

There is no right or wrong rhythm here. I am still adjusting. Yes, there are things that need to be attended to but so much that, well, if it doesn’t get done today then there is tomorrow.

Slowly, the lack of a sense of urgency is actually resulting in more and different productivity. As I write that I hate even that I still categorize it that way “productivity”, ugh. I am not a hamster on a wheel. That era is finished.

Some feelings through a different lens using simple language (as opposed to intrinsic vs extrinsic which was my knee jerk way of expressing the transition ?):

Unraveling layers of suppressed yearnings. >Discovering time in pockets like money in washed laundry. >Embracing space. >Living outside. >Bathing with tree frogs.