I just realized that 2 years ago today I pulled into the Petaluma KOA. My very first time hooking up an RV at a park. My very first road trip in my new home (from Boise to San Francisco to see Metallica play with the San Francisco Symphony). I'd never stayed more than a week as a child in an RV and here I was, doing this on my own.
I had no real plan and really had no idea what I was doing but everything has aligned and fallen into place perfectly.
Now, my love and I have traveled all but the northernmost states, just in the central US. We've gone coast to coast across the middle and Southern states... but we have had plans get changed because of weather - and of course the pandemic. I know we have another year or two before we see all the states.
The past several months, we've been stationary as Camp Hosts for Megunticook Campground by the Sea in Rockport Maine. Pacific ocean two years ago, Atlantic ocean today. Life sure does have great plot twists.
I've been painting along the way. Slowly getting back into my groove. We've explored so many places that we sometimes just enjoy sitting and doing nothing.
I just thought I would take today, this day that I was figuring out how to plug everything in, to get plugged back into the writing groove. There's so much to tell, it'll be a while to get it all out.
For now, I want you to think about where you were two years ago. Have you grown since then? I certainly have. I look forward to connecting with you somewhere along the road. I wonder where we'll be two years from now.
I had a dream that I was traveling all over the world. In less than 6 months, I sold almost everything I own...bought a Toy Hauler (the "garage" is my art studio) and am now living wherever, whenever...just me, my art, and my cats.