I don’t know if I officially said it or not. I know I’ve talked about it and we’ve taken steps towards it. But, it is our goal by Aprilish to have this house sold and be living in the newly refurbished recreational vehicle otherwise known as an RV.

When I look around the house sometimes I get overwhelmed because, we have a lot of junk. I’ve started coraling and piling the junk in the office that in my most lofty of theories will be sold on Ebay. My least lofty of theories is that it might all be inventoried and listed on Craigslist in one post under the heading, “Everything Must Go!”.

Then, after all is said and done, there will be the leftover stragglers of junk. The junk that is truly junk; somehow retaining an iota of sentimental value that pulls at my heart every time I try to head to the trash. This is where my strong, stoic husband comes in. I hand him whatever it is that needs disposing of and say, “just do it when I’m not around”.

When we first started talking about the idea of living on the road, it sounded crazy. We we’re really inspired by the Eurovan and started talking about extended trips in it. But for living, a VW bus is on the small side. Then as we talked more and looked around the internet for inspiration. We ended up thinking that an RV would be the best solution, but felt embarrassed. An RV? Isn’t that an old person thing? Isn’t that a cheesy, lame and weird thing? Do we have to wear plaid burmuda shorts? Matching terry cloth sun visors? Will Andy begin to wear black dress socks with his sandals? These questions and more ran through our pretentious, judgemental, narrow minds.

Although, to be fair, these stereotypes might be more prevalent in the midwest where we grew up. Hanging out in California you’re likely to see surfboards, mountain bikes, off road vehicles and motorcycles strapped or trailing on the back of RV. Whereas in the midwest, you’re more likely to see bumper stickers stating: WORLDS BEST GRANDPARENTS or I’M SPENDING MY CHILDREN’S INHERITANCE, and possibly a decal of or an actual American flag flying proudly and a wheel chair scooter trailing behind.

Andy thinks I will like RV life because it will be more adventurous (I’m always up for any experience that makes a good story), we’ll always be out of the house and I get to pee outside more (something I never knew I liked to do before we started traveling). Andy thinks that he will like RV life because he will like the simplicity of having all of our belongings in on small space with no utility bills, trash/recycle days and other such small and large ways in which THE MAN holds you down. He also really likes small, confined spaces. I like small, confined spaces also….not MRI confined, but nest like. The new, revamped Eurovan (I forgot we were calling the RV “the Eurovan”. It just sounds better) is very nest like and comforting. These words may come back to haunt me, but I think we have many fun adventures ahead of us.