I’m not going to lie; I miss home today. A house without wheels a solid structure. This feeling has come on a few times. The first time was the worse. One night, I realized we didn’t have a house to go back to, making me cry. Selling our home and everything in it was a loss in some way.
I’m a worrier, possibly because of my background and what has happened in years past. I crave stability, roots that have a chance to grow. Traveling in an RV full-time is a huge step for me in the opposite direction of where my heart wants to be. But, if I never take those steps in life, I’ll never know what possibilities are out there.
We are still in Montana, and it’s a hundred degrees outside. What? We can’t seem to get away from the heat. Cooking inside would be crazy. We don’t have any trees for shade, so the air conditioners run nonstop until the sun goes down. We have double shades pulled down on all the windows to keep it as cool as possible. Sorry, it’s like living in a tin can. It stays light out until ten o’clock, and that messes with the mind. I don’t feel like it’s time for bed until after midnight.
Life is full of ups and downs; today is a down day, a love journey or not? I’d say today is a “not” day. Tomorrow will be different; bring on tomorrow!