Just before we started the trip, a wise woman (experienced in family RV travel) told me, “The first week is fun, the second week you’ll want to quit, and the third week it’s your new normal.” That’s been about right. The first week or so did indeed feel like “vacation.” Everything about the RV was new to us- the tight…
“Sorry…can’t right now…I’m guiding your 45 foot, 17,500 lb home down the highway, sweetie.” Maria, by the way, is starting to feel like home. Sure it’s tight in here, but we all have our own space. I’m learning the nighttime 'crawl-over-tara-to-pee' maneuver, and the kids know the proper dance when more than one person is in the ‘hallway.’ Rhythm is…
It was inevitable. Something so big was bound to be filled with some stress and sadness, no matter how excited we were to get this trip underway. Add to it that we had several hours of Departure Day committed to a farewell brunch with family, our oldest’s children’s theater performance, and bookended with a planned first big interview, and it…