I have several RV pages that I follow here on FB. Some are about decorating your trailer. Others are helpful tips for the care and maintenance of your home on wheels. Some are for girl campers and glamping and vintage campers. I read a heartbreaking account on one of them yesterday. A gentleman had been full timing with his wife for nine years. They came home from a trip and she left him a note saying she was leaving and don’t contact her. Then he subsequently learned she had passed away. He is trying to carry on the lifestyle, but feels like something is missing. It’s just not as fun when you’re alone. He is contemplating selling his motorhome when he gets home from this trip. I felt compelled to respond and tell him my story. I encouraged him to hang onto the motorhome and get out there and meet people. To give himself time to heal a little before he chucks it all.

I totally get where he’s coming from. I have lived part time for a year and a half and full time for the last year in my little home on wheels. I love it. I love the freedom and portability. I love the low cost life it affords me. I love the flexibility the lifestyle offers. I don’t mind going places alone. I’m not afraid to travel alone. But, more and more lately, I find myself wishing I could share that view with someone special. I wish I had someone to talk to over the campfire or someone to look at the atlas and say, “Hey…let’s go there!” It’s coming. I can feel it. But it’s not here yet.

We travel…not to escape life, but for life not to escape us. We travel to learn…to grow…to experience…to breathe…to live. I may not have much in the form of money or worldly goods, but my life is enriched by every experience, every new vista, and every new face I meet along the highways and byways of this beautiful land. I am wealthy beyond all expectations!

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“Do two walk together unless they have agreed to do so?”

Amos 3:3