Rob and I have been working diligently on readying the motorhome for travel. We've filled the galley (ship speak for kitchen), with the dishes, silverware and pots and pans from our tent-trailer, added a memory foam topper to the sleep-number mattress and put on the new sheets, built a space for the cat's litter box under one of the booth seats at the dinette and with a kitty door, too.
Last night was not a good night, however. I starting thinking "What have we done? Are we nuts for spending so much money on this thing? What if we can't afford to travel in this thing?" Then I had to remind myself about growing really old and regretting that we didn't take the chance, to make a dream come true. I had to remember what I've been saying since we made the decision to motorhome our way around the country, and I quote from 'The Shawshank Redemption:' "get busy living or get busy dying." We want to be busy living. I also want to release myself from the stuff in my life. I want my daily living to have less stuff.. I don't want to be attached to stuff anymore. I want to 'do'. I want my life to feel less complicated. I'm sure RVing will create its own set of complications, but I believe it will offer more choices than complications. The complications are likely to be mechanical, but the choices are endless. And if you don't like where you are? Check the fluid levels, stock the fridge, pull up the levelers, top off the diesel and drive out of town to the next new place.
I'm just glad there are cell phones and computers. Now that's the stuff I'm willing to keep to stay in contact with family and friends.