It’s 3:00 a.m. and rain is falling. We both woke up with the same thought of “let’s get the towels and bathing suits that are (were) drying outside” and we worked together to bring them into our RV.
As new campers in our 40s, everything about the logistics of living in an RV for weeks or months at a time caused fear. For a time, we traded the relative comfort and safety of living in a stationary, two-floor home for the discomfort and anxiety of living in a rolling, twenty-two foot box.
Nowadays, it seems quite normal and natural to transition from our cozy, one bedroom cottage in Youngsville to the trailer, but in years past there was a level of anxiety that accompanied our adventure.
If I look back at our history personally and professionally, though, it was full of moves that scared and excited us. I imagine the same is true for many of my readers who encountered life experiences, planned and unplanned.
What feels consistent about self-growth, parenting, being an artist, home ownership, travel and even death are the ways in which we build our inner strength and our outer community to help us muddle through and, if we are fortunate, thrive.
The rain is falling harder now. Beth wants me to adjust the pitch of the awning. I’ll do that and then I’m going to end this and listen to the rhythm of the storm on the camper and, hopefully, fall back asleep. If not, I will okay, too.
