When I started blogging about our adventures as full-time RVers, there were so many others out there. Some were veterans and some were new to the life like us. I was a pretty active contributor to “Blogland” for years, not only writing my own posts but following along with the lives of others doing the same. One gets to feel you “know” others through reading their posts and mutual comments back and forth on each others’ sites. We even had the pleasure of meeting Phyllis and Leonard (My Own Highways in My Mind) while in New Jersey. It does become a community of sorts, albeit mostly virtual.
The number of blogs I followed regularly has thinned out a bit, their voices becoming less frequent or altogether silent. I know some have put down roots, either selling their RV as we did or using it for shorter journeys. I have no idea what has happened to others; they simply stopped blogging. I rarely posted from about 2014 until now; there really wasn’t anything to contribute with our being stationary in a park and with our life schedules.
Anyhoo, my thoughts turn now and then to those who have drifted off into the mist of “Blogland.”
Sherry (In the Direction of Our Dreams), you asked about the garages here.
Some of the detached garages in our cul-de-sac
It’s not that we’re waiting for them to be built; we’re waiting for one to become vacant. Most of the townhomes do not have a garage, but you can get one of these detached ones when they are available. I mentioned in my last post, there was one when we put down our deposit (while still in Texas), but I didn’t anticipate downsizing our truck 2 days after our arrival. Ha! Silly me. There are a few townhomes that have an attached garage, but the rent is quite a bit more and those naturally face into the parking lot. We like our privacy, being on the back side of our 4-plex and overlooking the fields, etc. Check back with me on that in January!
While we’re talking Minnesota, Winter, and living in both those …
That stick is so the fire hydrant can be found in the snow.
Funny … we have relocated literally across this great nation of ours, leaving my native Texas where we had friends. You might think I’d be “homesick” or feeling displaced a bit. Not so at all. This just feels like … home. Home is not wood, mortar and bricks. It’s … well … it’s wherever we choose to make our home.
A friend once remarked when visiting my hotel room during the solo trip I made years ago back to Texas from, interestingly, Minnesota – that I could be in a hotel room for 5 minutes and it looked like my home. Yeah, I had a photo of me and Dave, etc. Did the same thing during a hospital stay in New Jersey during 2012. It was a scheduled stay, so I took my laptop, a fave blanket from a friend, and a couple of other things that give me comfort and strength. The nurses said it looked like an apartment and not a hospital room.
It’s about having those wee things … that blanket from a friend, a special photo, or whatever … that bring a sense of grounding, peace, strength and comfort.
Well, I finished working a while ago and Dave is working late, so I’ve had this chance to visit with you a bit. He’ll be heading home soon, so I’ll say ciao for now!
Thanks for stopping by! Be safe out there!
“Together the two paths form a north-south road, the good Red Road. This is your spiritual path, the one where you will be happiest.” – Medicine Hawk, Council Chief of the Shadowlight Medicine Clan