But I don’t have any cool pictures because I haven’t done anything at all. Except pull off the highway, find myself an RV park (St. Johns RV) and after a reasonably brief time of getting settled, crash onto an unkempt bed and go to sleep. I didn’t even hook up the water and the sewer, despite having paid for the full service. But I was surprisingly tired.
Well, maybe not surprisingly. I think I predicted more than once that the moment everything was done I was going to sleep for three days. It’s been a busy three months and an intense last few weeks. I did have time for one last swim yesterday, and a lovely lunch with my dad, but when we returned to the house the buyer was there for the inspection and from then on, it was a whirlwind.
Eventually, I was on the highway, Serenity and I headed north, and two things were happening. First, my brain wasn’t letting go of house worries. I kept trying to convince myself that it was finally my chance to think about writing, nothing whatever to do except concentrate on how I’m getting Grace out of this boring scene that she’s in, but my brain just would not unlock. And second, I could feel myself getting driven to reach PA. I passed a place I’d thought about stopping in — Flager Beach, where there’s a campground that sounded nice — and I was tired, my back was sore, I was hungry… but I just kept going. As if I was going to make it to PA in the next two hours. Given that my destination is 800 miles away and that there’s no reason for me to get there before Thursday, I knew I was being stupid. Well, or rather High Persistent, which is one of my character traits that’s always been both a blessing and a curse. Another fifteen miles down the road, I pulled over in a rest stop, found myself a new place to stay, called ahead, and here I find myself.
It’s nothing special: your basic field with concrete pads. But there are some trees and a nice long walk for the dogs. Both of them refused to come back into Serenity this morning after their walk, so I got a chance to try out their new tie-outs. Z promptly wound herself around the tree. Ha. It’ll take practice, I expect for both of them, since they’ve never been tied up before.
Still, it’s getting pretty hot already — not quite 9, and it’s 86 degrees inside Serenity — so it’s probably time to close Serenity up, get the AC on, and get back on the road. I don’t wish I was staying because Serenity is filled with clutter that I’m taking to my brother’s house and the feeling of chaos stresses me out, but I am definitely looking forward to the day where my goal isn’t to get on the road, but to enjoy where I am. Soon!
Sounds as though you will need to find a new balance I your life. It’s all so new.
Yep, exactly! A lot of full-time RVers talk about traveling too much in the first year, so I know that’s not something I want to do. My goal is to settle places and take slow walks, explore local grocery stores, that kind of thing. Of course, there are so many places to go! It’s definitely tempting to rush through places.
I hadn’t picked up on the fact that your goal was PA–I’ve never been there before. Some day … Thanks so much for posting…
Funny, I feel like I’ve told everyone on the planet what I’m doing, but maybe I never wrote about it? PA first, to visit family and scatter my mom’s ashes near where her grandparents are buried. Then Vermont, Maine, Massachusetts. Or possibly Massachusetts, Maine, Vermont. Not sure of anything beyond August 18th, when I’ll be ready to leave PA.
Sorry to be so late replying to this note — I think my mind has been on vacation lately. We want to do the New England states in the Fall so we can see the Fall Foliage. You’ll probably be just in time for them!!
Yeah, I’m told I really have to stick around Vermont for longer — I was planning on staying there until Labor Day and then starting south, but apparently September is really wonderful there.
Judy, Judy, Judy said:
I am definitely living vicariously through you at this point. Sounds wonderful. I am a gypsy by nature. There are reasons why I am currently tied to this place for the last 13 years and for some years to come but I can feel the day coming when I won’t be able to stay in 1 place. Big sigh.
Thanks! It took me a while to realize that I was free to wander. R has had his first moment of feeling homeless — his summer sublet ends August 15th and he has over two weeks before his flight north, so he needs to find a place to stay. The realization that going home is not an option had us both sort of mournful for a bit. Then I told him I’d pay for a motel if he needed and he should look for a cheap option and we both got over it. 🙂