It is 9:50 pm. We made it a little more than 150 miles today to East Springfield, NY. Just a quick drive from Cooperstown. We are parked in a level spot. We plugged in our new home on wheels to the water and electricity at the RV park. We went for a swim, had dinner, a walk and now bed.
In truth? Up at 6 am wallowing in the details to get out of the rental house. Loading up the RV, bringing suitcases, boxes, a suitcase filled with suitcases, and books to Evan’s parents place in VT to store. Yes, all this is in addition to the 534 boxes in the official storage facility. Does that number keep getting larger and larger the more I tell it? “Did you hear about Wendy and all her boxes in storage? I heard she was up to 4328 boxes! And more than half are filled with useless plastic objects!” My version of hell? A house filled with miniature toy poodles, Chihuahuas, lima beans and useless plastic objects.
And then…the 12 hour chant by an unnamed older son telling Evan and me what useless parents we are. How we just don’t understand and that we are violating his rights and have no respect for him. Why? Because we aren’t going to drive 6 hours out of our way to see his good friend. Just because we are in New York and so is his friend, doesn’t mean he is close by. 10 months in an RV being told that I am an uncompassionate human being. We were thinking this would be a sans alcohol RV. I am beginning to reconsider that policy on the first day.
But it really is all quite cozy. Our little bedroom is comfortable. Everything works. Oh no, delete that line, don’t want to jinx anything. And if all goes well I will get up at 6 am and take that 10 hour long bike ride through the beautiful NY state countryside - yes, I will ride back to the RV.
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