The time has come…

It seems that our transition from people who own an RV, but only play about with it and don’t live in it, to full timers on the road with no home but their RV, happened all very quickly.
One moment there I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the carpets clean, washing the bus and waxing the roof, and the next thing I know we are fully loaded and shipping out. Continue reading “The time has come…”

UK vs. USA

N.B. It’s important to note that this is not a ‘bashing’ post, a complaining post or a whinging post. It is simply to discuss the differences I’ve observed and am experiencing and how this effects my settling in on ‘the other side of the pond’.

On our recent travels last week to see Bunny and Phil, I had a conversation which I have begun to realise is the epitome of my life right now in the USA.I will relate this conversation to you now (with slight artistic licence as I’m not a savant for week old conversations but you’ll get the idea).

Bunny: So how was the gun show you went to?

Button: Crazy. The guns were nuts enough but it seems the new big thing here is people buying torches with a Taser in the end. There was zapping going on all over the building which was very scary.

Bunny: *nods sagely* You’re right, that is crazy, I had no idea that was a thing now.

Phil: What do you mean a torch? What’s that?

Button: You know, a torch. *proceeds to wave her hands about in a torch like motion*A light you carry around and can turn on and off.

Phil: Oh, you mean a flashlight?

Bunny: Oh, that makes much more sense. I though you meant people had sticks with fire on one end and a Taser on the other. I was thinking, yeah, that’s crazy!

It has come to my attention that being a Brit in the USA, trying to live here, is going to involve a bit more work than I first thought.

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The Countdown

Today I am feeling the frustration. There’s no two ways about it. I am ready to get moving, however, my grand plans for driving off into the sunset with our diesel engine chugging away still aren’t going anywhere.roots not feet

As I sit here typing, Loops is waiting patiently at the garage for Belle’s brakes to be re-fixed. That’s right; they are being fixed for a second time. Why, I hear you cry? Because apparently when we had the work done last week (at rather fricking great expense I might add), the mechanic apparently fitted the wrong parts on the bus. Continue reading “The Countdown”

The one with the video…but not

Today’s entry was supposed to include a very exciting video showing you mine and Loops’ first trip out in the RV. You were going to be treated to the sound of Belle’s engine being fired up (much akin to a rocket being launched into space), a quick peek at the internal bits of her engine (that we were heading off to have checked out) and a Button’s eye view of the road as we travelled into Tampa, including sparkling water scenes as we drove over the bridge across the bay. Continue reading “The one with the video…but not”

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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