Ah yes, so I am back from my road trip, picking up the new travel trailer. I. Am. Thrilled!
I know it’s such a small thing, and to some a rather boring event in my life of attaining a new thing. But this camper, as well as the last one that we had, is about so much more to me than just being a thing. A car is a neccesity; a camper is not. Or is it?
I suffer from wander-lust. I’m also broke (enough). I have three kids who are getting older way too fast, a husband that is just way too busy on a daily basis and does not have nearly enough vacation days at his job. AND…I’m not a really good ‘get-dirty-do’ kind of gal. See, we had a pop-up before. I loved it too, but I just couldn’t grab it and go with my kids without my husband. I couldn’t crank it up and set it up by myself-I needed help. With this one- I can DO by myself.
Ok, I can’t back it up by myself yet. But I’m going to learn by George! That’s the only thing I don’t know how to do. But, as I will prove to myself on this trip coming up, I can do everything else right now by myself. I’ve told the hubs not to help me disconnect and set up when we get to Myrtle next week (next week-eek!). I’m going to do it. He wants me to teach him all the stuff I learned as I go-because he doesn’t know how on the new one either. But the point is I’ve never really done the do by myself because I’ve never needed to. I had my dad, I had boyfriends, I had a husband..I just kind of never really needed to do the physical labor of stuff like this. Never had the inclination to even want to, let alone need to.
Y’all, I was terrified of pulling that thing home 5 hours by myself without my husband doing it. But I did it and I was really proud. I was a tightly wound rubber band the whole time – as every time I got out of the car I was cranked – and I was so utterly exhausted when I got home because of the pure intensity I put into my body focusing on that drive. What if my car won’t pull it afterall? Is it too much weight? What if I get a flat tire, I’m screwed! Am I going too fast? Am I going too slow? Can I cross lanes, I can’t see? The angst goes on…
I’ve watched every You Tube video I can about tanks and hoses and water heaters and… I’ve got this! I will do this by myself. For many reasons. One to prove to myself that I can. Two to pick up and go with the kids whenever I want even if the hubs can’t go because he doesn’t have enough vacation days. Three to spend more time (and less money) with my family. Four to just go-go here, go there, go anywhere I want. Five to do it because I CAN.
It’s a new adventure for us. For me. Literally and spiritually.
Any new adventures in your life? What are you tackling that you’re terrified of, but doing anyway?