The joys of owning an RV

Life lesson of this week – I have discovered that owning an RV actually requires work, as in sentenced to 10 years hard labour, kind of work. Apparently, contrary to my belief (and probably those of my friends back home), you don’t just ponce about in an RV seeing the sights, cooking gourmet dinners and toasting your good fortune to have a hobo lifestyle. No, no my friend. First, you have to work for it.
And with that in mind, I will tell you my knees are rather sore, my back hurts to the degree I’m walking as if I’m 80 years old, and I now find I have to lie down on a hard flat surface frequently to sort out the pains in my spine.

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Button working on the bus

 

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Five days in

Five days ago I boarded a flight bound for Tampa airport. With me I carried three suitcases, two carry-on bags and a coat.
This now represents the sum total of the belongings with which I’ve chosen to start my potential new life in the USA.

For the past 5 months I have listened to every possible version of the following phrases:
‘I’m so jealous; I wish I could do what you’re doing’
‘You’re going to have an absolute wonderful time; you’ll never want to come back’
‘You’ll forget all about us within a week, you’ll meet some many new people’
‘I can’t wait to hear all about your travels’
‘You’re so lucky to be leaving this county’

But despite everyone’s cheerful offerings and best wishes for my fresh start, deep down inside I’m not sure I wanted one. Apart from wanting to change my job and go back to working with animals, I was actually quite settled and alright with my life, thank you very much.

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