I’m not great at this. Maybe one day I will be. Let’s get back to where I left us. Some days I want to burn the RV down. I want to blow it up in a glorious action film way, maybe Facebook live the really awesome nonchalant walk-away scene. Of course I’d take out all the stuff I want and the dogs.
But for now, I won’t. I’ve no desire to be homeless. I can not imagine the complications of being homeless While I can look at dreamy Instagram posts about living simply, or living with less. I like my shit. I trade some hours of my life for these things.
Why is it so hard? the Mud. Oh. My. God. the mud. We are lucky enough to park our camper in a field. We parked our camper near a few other campers, as we were instructed. However… the camper is in a low spot with a free flowing grass stream in times of high water flowing beneath it. This makes for a very sloppy entry/exit.
My stragety for a while was to jump over it. Traffic has turned it to mud, and the excessive amount of rain has turned the once jumpable stream into a swamp. The swamp sucks my boots off and gives me flashbacks to the Muddageddon of 2016 that was The Zion 100. Mud is not so bad, just take off the boots, right?
No. Wrong. The dogs can’t take their paws off and leave them at the door. They also really seem to enjoy laying in swamp puddles. :|
I had been wading through the swamp in my flip flops up until I received some rain boots as a Christmas gift from my brother. I was thrilled with them. So naturally the other day they crack and have a leak in them.
On the bright side, Monday we will be meeting with a loan officer and see what we need to be doing to head in a different direction. It’s promising, but not.