After about a week, I had seen some meteors, read my book, ate good food, written a bit, walked, biked, thought and reflected, communed with nature, sat quietly, made some mental plans of plans, and come back to myself.
In fact, I extended my stay and I truly didn't want to go home. I didn't want to plug back in because this is me- the unplugged, unplanned, unencumbered me.
I was encouraged that Charlie, my cat and companion, settled into the RV life and found cozy places to hide and sleep and hang out. He played games and ate normally and looked out the window with me every morning at the sunrise.
That was one aspect I hated to give up - every morning there was a different sunrise over my bed. The colors and clouds changed daily, even in the same campsite. I couldn't get enough. And every morning I would wake up at dawn and run out with the GoPro and take a new time lapse of the dawn. In the evening, I might do a time lapse of a storm gathering, or just the clouds passing by. I felt peace and connection.
And then, as always, I had to go home. I can't afford campsites and gas forever, even though they aren't as expensive as hotel stays. At least, not if I also have a house with expenses.
So I started thinking about what that means I should do next. And I moved back into my closet when I went home. I started making new preparations, final preparations, to leave my house. I want to rent it out and go on the road.
This is how I have always been. When my family went to Disney when I was a child, I cried when we left. When I had to stop my European walkabout, I was devastated. Every time I leave a place, I am sad. But not if I keep moving. I just don't like the fettered feeling of home. I know many people are happy to have a safe roof over their heads and their own things, knickknacks and kitchenwares, friends and shops, whatever it is- the familiarity of their surroundings- but not me. I like variety. I like to be uncomfortable and unsettled. I like to keep looking and seeing and experiencing and wondering.
That is my current project. I am tying up loose ends and advertising my home for rent. I am living in one room with most of my things in the RV still. Every day, I go choose clothes from Harold's closet and bring them into the house. Each time I step into the coach, I feel right. And I can't stand the idea of spreading out in my house. I just love the idea of being in motion, with the outdoors so close and the wonders of the road right at my feet. I am ready to roam again.