I can’t say that I’m recovered from losing my sweet Stinky (my 14-year-old wolf hybrid), but I’ve still got to search for a decent camper.
Let me back up a little..
I tried the whole “go to college, get a job” thing, stopping directly before “get married, get a mortgage” step. But I felt like there was something missing. Really missing.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to do any of these things. Not that I knew I didn’t, but I wasn’t sure that I did.
I couldn’t find anything wrong with any of these steps, per se, but none of it made me feel excited. I wasn’t looking forward to doing any of it.
The epiphany happened one normal, otherwise uneventful day, when a friend benignly asked, “Well, what do you want to do?” in reference to something relating to that days plans.
But for some reason, my subconscious mind took the question and ran with it.
I realized that the degree I was working towards wasn’t relating to anything that I could see myself wanting to do.
The relationship I was in was more like a ball and chain than a set of wings.
I was working a 9-5 job, a thing that I felt I was supposed to be at least somewhat proud of, and I hated it. I made enough money to survive, but it wasn’t worth it.
So what did I want to do?
The world is an oyster, is it not?
Why not just forget what I was supposed to do, and actually do what I wanted?
So I’m gunna go do that.
I decided I wanted to buy a used RV or camper, do things I enjoyed as a source of income, and eventually build a home in the California desert.
I can’t say that it made sense at first.
But I trusted my gut, and it turns out, my gut has been telling me this for quite awhile.
I quit the job that was suppressive.
I got out of the relationship.
I had been renting apartments for the last 10 years, and much of my income (this is California, remember) went to housing.
I put in my 30 day notice, and moved out.
Since I work nights as a caregiver, I have a warm place at night.
I nap on the beach and earn money through other odd jobs (such as a delivery route) during the day.
Now, I need to look for a home.
It’s certainly easier to save money without paying rent, but it’s much less peace-of-mind. I’m grateful to have a car, though.
I’m also so happy it’s about to be spring here in the California redwoods.
The mornings and evening are far less chilly, and the beach finally gets enough sun to sleep!
Don’t mind Luna.