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.