"As soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was going to happen." ~Winnie the Pooh
It’s been twenty-eight days with my rig/house guest.
Twenty-eight days straight. In about 200 square feet of living space.
Despite the zombie movie reference, we didn’t kill each other.
This is HUGE for two, long-time single people.
We spent time in two states (California and Arizona), and two countries (US and Mexico).
And we had a blast!
I also learned a lot about myself, most of it good. I know I grew as a human being. While I can be particular about things around the rig, I now realize I’m not unreasonable. I had great opportunity to practice patience and trust – and I did well at both. (This surprised me the most about myself… that and being able to live with someone for 28 days in a very small space without the involvement of the local PD at any time.)
Much of the credit goes to my friend. I’m grateful for the experiences we shared and would do it all again.
But the time has come for it to end as I head towards Corpus Christi, Texas for a workcamper gig on the coast. While we’ve agreed to meet up again soon, the ending is bittersweet.
I didn’t realize how much I had come to rely on having someone else around. Someone with whom to share the fun stuff, and the not so fun stuff like when I get lost. But I do also enjoy my alone time to blog and whatnot. A mix of the two would be the best of both worlds.
My rig/house mate was a trooper through it all and I look forward to when we can meet again.
Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Happy trails to you, keep smilin’ until then.
That is a long to to share space with someone. Glad you enjoyed it and it didn’t reach the point that you hate each other.
I need to find an RV person to try try the on-the-road lifestyle for a few weeks.
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It was a great time, and I’d do it all over again.
There are a lot of great single-RVer sites, and they’re NOT like Match.com!
It only takes one turn to get lost sometimes. That one turn usually has an overhead bridge with about 6 inches of clearance and the only turn around requires 4 wheel drive and a wrecker. If you’re lucky you don’t need to seek out law enforcement to find your way out.
“A true friend freely, advises justly, assists readily, adventures boldly, takes all patiently, defends courageously, and continues a friend unchangeably.” – William Penn
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Haven’t heard from you in a while – I hope you’re not lost! You, my dear, are a true friend. Hope all is well.
After a big rig splattered mud all over my rig and car – to the point of covering them! – I had to take them to a giant car wash. Thank goodness I didn’t drive the rig in because it would have removed my AC unit on the roof. Had to unhook the car, drive it around to the other side of the carwash to wash it, and then back up the rig to get it out of the way. Fun day!
I’m sure any day washing the rig is a ‘Fun Day’.
You miss Kernut are very dear true friend.
Cheers, Hiker Mike
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