Signing Another Year of My Life Away

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in elementary school, but I remember it not being the greatest of experiences. We had a moldy green pop-up camper that my sisters and I used to play hide-and-seek in when it was being stored next to the house. When we went to the lake, mom and dad packed us in like sardines for some forced outdoor fun. I recall my allergies running amok, countless bug bites, and my dad’s burnt cheeseburgers that resembled hockey pucks. Is that what I’m getting into? If so, there’s no way I’m going to choose to go down this RV road. However, I cannot help but to think about the fact that has been more than thirty years since I’ve gone camping. During the time of my pop-up camper days, Oregon Trail and Pong were the fun games to play. If you had a Bart Simpson telephone and his eyes lit up, you were the coolest kid on the block; side ponytails were awesome; and if you owned a CD player that had anti-skip capabilities you like made all of your friends insanely jealous. Surely, the RV manufacturers have come a long way since then?I know nothing about RVing yet this idea feels right. As much as I want to start doing my research, I feel like I am at least six months too late. Right now the pressing issue is: Where are we going to live for the next year? If I do not sign this contract, I am giving my 30 days notice with no plan. On th

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e other hand, if I do sign it, we will at least have some stability for the next 365 days until I can figure out a way forward that will (hopefully) lead to happiness. Thinking about these two options, I see the logical one to choose.I could feel a bit of my soul dying as I signed the lease opting to extending our stay for another year. It was a nauseating feeling. I could not help but think that I was locked in again to someone else’s control and that I was willingly volunteering to have my hard-earned money taken from me. Today, I can tell clearly see that the path I am on is not the right one for me or my family.It’s time for a change. I still am not convinced that full-time RV’ing is the answer, but it’s a start. In the meantime, it’s time to do what I do best: Research and make a plan. As of today, our days are numbered in this house and I can tell I’m excited about counting down each one.<a href="https://crystalawalker.medium.com/membership">Interested in becoming a Medium member? Start your membership today to support other aspiring writers on Medium</a>. You’ll also receive full access to all of my stories published and access to everything on Medium. Note: this is an affiliate link, and I will receive a portion of your membership fees.</article></body>

The Diary of an RV Newbie, Part 3

Today’s D-Day: The day I am facing the realization that I am signing another one year lease on our rental home. Last month, I was toying with the idea of not renewing the contract and it made me excited to think about. Suddenly, reality set in and I asked myself, “Where the hell are we going to live then?”

I was drawing a blank and had no idea how to answer this. The last entry of my diary I mentioned the idea about living on a boat and I quickly shot that down considering my fear of the open water. However, the thought of being a full-time RVer has peaked my interest. I have given myself just over a month to mull over this idea and I cannot help but love it.

I have not camped since I was in elementary school, but I remember it not being the greatest of experiences. We had a moldy green pop-up camper that my sisters and I used to play hide-and-seek in when it was being stored next to the house. When we went to the lake, mom and dad packed us in like sardines for some forced outdoor fun. I recall my allergies running amok, countless bug bites, and my dad’s burnt cheeseburgers that resembled hockey pucks. Is that what I’m getting into? If so, there’s no way I’m going to choose to go down this RV road. However, I cannot help but to think about the fact that has been more than thirty years since I’ve gone camping. During the time of my pop-up camper days, Oregon Trail and Pong were the fun games to play. If you had a Bart Simpson telephone and his eyes lit up, you were the coolest kid on the block; side ponytails were awesome; and if you owned a CD player that had anti-skip capabilities you like made all of your friends insanely jealous. Surely, the RV manufacturers have come a long way since then?

I know nothing about RVing yet this idea feels right. As much as I want to start doing my research, I feel like I am at least six months too late. Right now the pressing issue is: Where are we going to live for the next year? If I do not sign this contract, I am giving my 30 days notice with no plan. On the other hand, if I do sign it, we will at least have some stability for the next 365 days until I can figure out a way forward that will (hopefully) lead to happiness. Thinking about these two options, I see the logical one to choose.

I could feel a bit of my soul dying as I signed the lease opting to extending our stay for another year. It was a nauseating feeling. I could not help but think that I was locked in again to someone else’s control and that I was willingly volunteering to have my hard-earned money taken from me. Today, I can tell clearly see that the path I am on is not the right one for me or my family.

It’s time for a change. I still am not convinced that full-time RV’ing is the answer, but it’s a start. In the meantime, it’s time to do what I do best: Research and make a plan. As of today, our days are numbered in this house and I can tell I’m excited about counting down each one.

Interested in becoming a Medium member? Start your membership today to support other aspiring writers on Medium. You’ll also receive full access to all of my stories published and access to everything on Medium. Note: this is an affiliate link, and I will receive a portion of your membership fees.