Last month I shared with you a dilemma that was facing our family. Not a terribly difficult one, but one that leads to hard choices none-the-less. The past few weeks my husband and I have been considering the benefits of life on the road vs. life in a stick and brick. For those of you unfamiliar with RV people slang, that would be the equivalent of a non-mobile (motor home, travel trailer, 5th wheel, you get the picture) home, whether that would be wood or brick construction. Just thought I’d enlighten you.
Anyway, personally, I could travel forever and ever. I really think I could. I could also live penned up inside our tiny, itty bitty, 300-something square foot motor home with my husband, three taller than me teenagers and faithful pound puppy companion. On most days. Of course there is the occasional melt down moment when you couldn’t move me into a home fast enough.
Like today for example. I’ve been searching all day for the power cord for my printer. The logical place for it to be would be attached to my printer but no, that would be too easy. So, I’ve been searching everywhere that I can think of three times and still no power cord. And it’s not like I don’t have a small enough space to search. Which is why I’ve searched the camper in its entirety three times and still no power cord. That was problem number one.
Next, after hovering over the microwave for what had to be minutes preparing our gourmet lunch of …get this… Pepperoni Hot Pockets…I promptly took a bite and burned my mouth. Ouch. Problem two.
After this I decided to go outside and search out under-the-rig storage for my elusive power cord when I half fell down the step and out the door resulting in a twisted ankle that I’m ashamed to say reduced me to tears. Problem three.
Now I realize that none of this has anything to do with us living in a camper, but it could never be my fault for losing my power cord, not allowing my food to cool before I shoved it in my mouth or failing to watch my step. NO. It is not my fault. It is because I live in a camper. I just know that none of this would have happened if I lived in a real home. Right?
Well, my senses returned and I realized if that’s all I have to complain about today than all really is well. However, I was going somewhere with this. After spending much time in prayer and discussion with the family, we’ve decided that we will remain settled for the time being. So this morning, my husband and I went to view a house for rent that has been offered to us. We weren’t able to view the inside because the current tenants are still in the process of moving out but we like the neighborhood and the house… from the outside anyway.
I for one am looking forward to new opportunities and new adventures on the horizon.