By Wendy 
Started With an Idea
Several years ago, at the age of 48, I had just gotten out of my second marriage. My daughter was grown and had two children of her own and I felt unneeded and lonely. I walked around the house that I had purchased through an auction. Looking at all the work that needed to be done just to get it close to how I wanted it (made my bank account seem even that much more empty). I never hung anything on the walls because I knew when I bought it there would be a massive amount of remodeling. So, needless to say, many of my belongings were still in boxes.
Every night I would look at everything that needed to be done. Every day I would work to cross out something on the long long list of work to do on the house. However, while I was sitting in the dark one night arguing with myself on what to do about all these issues the house had, to make it MY HOME (versus just being a guest in my own home). I came to a realization.
Am I Happy?
I am not happy living here no matter how much I get done and achieve to finish this house. This house was not a home but simply a HOUSE. My entire life I had found reasons to travel and see new things. Unfortunately, that was at the cost of moving my daughter much more than any child should ever have to move and leave her friends and be forced to make new friends. I wasn’t trying to be that kind of parent, I always thought that I was making a better life for us, and the very first move away from friends and family, to several states away, was a force of hand by circumstances out of my control. At least, I believed to be…was fear to staying where I was, due to another.
Anyway, I digress. Even when I was young I wanted to see the world. I even started to enlist, before my daughter and first husband, in the Air Force to see the world. That was stopped by my father. He would tell me stories of how women would get raped, assaulted, and other things until I was terrified to go. So, I backed out at the last moment before I couldn’t.
Is There More to Life?
I always believed there was much much more to life than these few towns and beyond my family. There is so much in the world that most people don’t get to see. Not to mention, at this point in my life, my Mom and Dad had already passed. Me and my siblings were never very close other than when things came to my Mom. But after she had passed we had drifted even further apart. What was left of my siblings, anyway? My older brother had already passed from a heart attack, the same as my Dad.
Life is Short!
You see the people in my Dad’s family seem to die at a young age of 54 years. I had felt and told others that I didn’t think I would love until 55. That was before I even knew about the common 54 years of age deaths in my dad’s family. Then later in when I was 49, I had my first heart scare! However, this all plays a part later in my story.
Back to realizing there is more to life than what is in front of me. I looked around my house again and realized that I would be much happier traveling, or Rving is what some may call it. This is a way to see the world and help ME to see the World. Not to mention, keeps me from thinking that I am wasting life’s offerings. That night I made the decision, to fix the house enough to get a decent return purchase a camper, and start living.
Living to me is freedom, flexibility, the opportunity to see new places, and appreciation of all the simplicities in life. Simply term, I wanted to live in a world where I wouldn’t miss the things I know I have been missing in my life.
Follow along as I create the plan to bring this ALL to realization!
