Yesterday we’d hoped to be driving out of Canada. Instead, we are adjusting to the reality of a three-day delay in our truck repairs. Rather than searching for a place in Michigan to boondock for the night, we are in the unexpected position of attending Canada’s 150th anniversary celebration.
Today, July 1st, is Canada Day. Our RV neighbors sit outside sipping on beer with a Canadian flag emblazoned on the can while wearing red t-shirts with a large white maple leaf in the center. An “I Am Canadian” flag proudly stretches across the back of their RV. Fifty feet away, the juxtaposition* of our Idaho license plates make us the obvious imposters in the group.
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It’s morning. The day after the roadside storm that ended with our truck in the shop and us in an unexpected place of surrender.
Before my eyes adjust to the light streaming through my bedside window, I hear the birds. They are happy, flamboyant, carefree. Their jovial song serves as a strong reminder:
“Look at the birds of the air: They do not sow or reap or gather into barns—and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his lifespan?…Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:26-27, 2”
The truth is stronger than morning coffee. Thus my day begins with this simple prayer, “Lord, instead of worry, today I choose to trust in You. Remind me of that choice should I waver.”
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Just West of Lake Ontario, our hazard lights blink-blink-blink as the freeway traffic rushes past us, sending the vehicles into small sideways rocking motions. The truck, whose engine has been whispering notions of discontent for the past few hundred miles, has acted like a toddler and erupted into a full-blown tantrum. We are perched like birds on the shoulder of the road.
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Like dandelion seeds blown in the wind, our first year living full-time in an RV has swept past us with fervor. In some ways it feels as though we have only just begun, while other factors (such as the fact that I can now literally, just barely, look up to my oldest son) confirm the passage of time.
Many of you have said that you would like to come along with us. This got me thinking about what it takes to thrive in our nomadic lifestyle. In that spirit of adventure I’d like to present this list of possible disqualifiers.
Is Full-Time RV living for you? Take this simple 10 question quiz to find out how you fare. Hint: if you have paper handy, note the question # and if you answer “yes” or “no”. It will make your scoring at the end easier. Continue reading “Is full-time RV living for you? Take this quiz to find out!”
Its a curious word, morphing with time and my understanding of it’s variant definitions.
Home is the center point
For many years my definition of home included our house, city and state. It was the constant place amid our family movement. Go to church, come home. Run errands, return home. Go on vacation, go home.
Home was the center hub in our ever-turning wheel. Predictable. Strong. Steady. Continue reading “where is home when you are always on the move?”