Well, I had decided to give up blogging. I really didn't think anyone would really care enough about my life to read this blog. However, I have had so many requests lately, because of a few life changes we have made, that I feel compelled to write about it.
We are living in a motor home. At least for the next year. I never ever thought I'd do something like this. We aren't even traveling to cool places. We are in an RV park in Southern Utah. A pretty run down one, at that. If you have ever dreamed of living the life of a back woods hillbilly hippie, then you should come be my neighbor, because that's about what it's like.
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| Alice is settling into her new home |
This place is too hot for us. Every summer we've been here, we've dreamed of moving somewhere else. Last summer we spent a few weeks on the west coast, and after returning home we said, "That's it! We've got to leave this place!" And then we started looking. By January of this year, we had formulated our plan. We would sell our house (5 bedrooms is just way too many for the three of us), and buy a lot somewhere cooler, yet still close enough to commute. We would build a modest "dream home", with a larger art studio for Steven. After calling some apartments in the area, we found out that apartments here can be super expensive! Especially if you have a pet (dang cat!). One day, jokingly, one of my family members suggested we should live in an RV while we build. Sure thing, the next day Steven comes to me and says it might be worth looking into. $10000 and one really old RV later, here we are.
When people find out we are living in an RV they say things like "Well that'll be an adventure!". This is code for, "Good luck suckers! Your life is going to be awful for awhile, but you should try to have a good attitude.". It has only been three weeks, and already life has been an adventure.
Just to be poetic, we started this journey on July 24th, or if you live in Utah, Pioneer Day. This was good, because when things started going wrong, which they did right away, of course, all I could do was think of my pioneer ancestors and how even in the RV (which is named Agnes) things are better than they had it. The night after we moved in, the rains started. We found out that we have several leaks. The next day a few sections of our floor were so wet, water oozed up between the floor boards. After about a week of the water between the floorboards not drying, we called out a repair man and discovered that our toilet was leaking. (Don't worry folks... it was the incoming water, not the "used water".). He installed the most wonderful awesome flushing toilet that any RV has ever seen. Of course, it was only a few hundred dollars, but well worth it.
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| Unlatched doors can lead to messy floors |
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| No more shade for us |
We stayed at the best RV park in Southern Utah for two and a half great weeks. Then because of availability, we had to move. Our new RV park isn't in the fanciest or most well maintained part of the valley, but we are settling in. We have had all sorts of "adventures" so far. Our refrigerator door came loose, so it wasn't latching properly. We found this out when we moved RV lots and the entire contents of our refrigerator exploded all over our RV. Last night a freak hurricane- type storm came through, and ripped off our awning. Also, our cat has decided that she does not like moving vehicles, and empties the contents of her bowels on our bed each time we move the RV. But, we can't hide from each other in here. When you live somewhere so small, you have to find ways to get along. You can't give anybody "their space" because indeed, there is no space. We are just working through each day, one at a time. I have this quote from Gordon B. Hinckley right in front of my bed that reads "It isn't as bad as you sometimes think it is. It all works out. Don't worry." I look at it a lot. Such simple words, but they mean so much to me right now.
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