duckwonder
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Hi All.
This is a little of my current story. For those who end up living in their vehicles overnight or within a short period of time for any reason, you may not relate to this and it could be upsetting. It is not my intention to offend anyone. I am well aware that there are far worse struggles than the one I'm going through right now. Peace to you.
So what happened with me was that I came across some YouTube videos, I don't know when, sometime earlier this year. How often does it happen that I watch or hear of something that truly makes me say, "That's it! I'm doing that! I don't care what it takes. If I can somehow do that, I'm doing that. That is for Me." That happened.
Then a few months later I found myself with a Class B van. The van was several states away, not necessarily a bad thing. I experienced difficulty in the sale, and hit the road to my home state to register it. The beginning was full of repairs, and I learned some new things about terror as my temporary home rolled up into a shop. I knew there would be repairs but I was not prepared for the emotions and stress and the money, omg. Once some stuff was better, on the road home again. Then it really got better. Lot of work, and I had help at that time, but it was do-able! I was surprised by that. But again, I had help. It was the best trip of my life getting the van home. It felt as though I asked the universe "Am I really doing this?" and the universe answered, "Duh."
So then it was, ok, I'll go out for 6 months, and if I can do that, I will have a much better feel as to whether or not I can do it. Watched a lot more videos. Got stuff I think I might need now because it's harder on the road. Got my dog to the vet and picked up his records. The whole time, more repairs, since June, repairs. Still not done.
I am supposed to be packing and loading the van right now in order to leave. My feet feel like lead bricks. I'm SO excited, and I have been so excited, except now, again with the fear. I have a repair appointment on the road that I have to get to on time, and then I have a cool thing to look forward to almost halfway there, and then I'm running across the country in a race to Havasu. There's nothing fun about the timing, it's a long way to go and I'm already late. When I see something like "my pick is sharp and my spirits are high," it just compels me all the more to get moving. And the thing is, I need that. I need to go there. It's not like "well maybe." I'm late and I no info and no parts, but the universe is already working on that.
So I'm leaving without a working generator and with not enough solar, it's now a guess at 85 watts? There have been solar struggles. I'm not plugging in, can't afford to do that, my money is for batteries and wires and panels and food and water and propane and gas. I'm bringing several things still in boxes that I have no idea how to use or fear of using them.
So why don't I just stay and take my time? We're all running out of time. I have a window. I have been planning this for awhile and the time has come. That's all I can say. It's very clear to me. But I can't seem to pack today. And for someone like me, a little neurotic but a pretty nice person, it could take me a week to pack. I'm down to the wire. I've got a day to pack. Why is this fear tripping me up Again? It's the worst. I'm so tired of it. Does anyone know what I'm talking about?
This is a little of my current story. For those who end up living in their vehicles overnight or within a short period of time for any reason, you may not relate to this and it could be upsetting. It is not my intention to offend anyone. I am well aware that there are far worse struggles than the one I'm going through right now. Peace to you.
So what happened with me was that I came across some YouTube videos, I don't know when, sometime earlier this year. How often does it happen that I watch or hear of something that truly makes me say, "That's it! I'm doing that! I don't care what it takes. If I can somehow do that, I'm doing that. That is for Me." That happened.
Then a few months later I found myself with a Class B van. The van was several states away, not necessarily a bad thing. I experienced difficulty in the sale, and hit the road to my home state to register it. The beginning was full of repairs, and I learned some new things about terror as my temporary home rolled up into a shop. I knew there would be repairs but I was not prepared for the emotions and stress and the money, omg. Once some stuff was better, on the road home again. Then it really got better. Lot of work, and I had help at that time, but it was do-able! I was surprised by that. But again, I had help. It was the best trip of my life getting the van home. It felt as though I asked the universe "Am I really doing this?" and the universe answered, "Duh."
So then it was, ok, I'll go out for 6 months, and if I can do that, I will have a much better feel as to whether or not I can do it. Watched a lot more videos. Got stuff I think I might need now because it's harder on the road. Got my dog to the vet and picked up his records. The whole time, more repairs, since June, repairs. Still not done.
I am supposed to be packing and loading the van right now in order to leave. My feet feel like lead bricks. I'm SO excited, and I have been so excited, except now, again with the fear. I have a repair appointment on the road that I have to get to on time, and then I have a cool thing to look forward to almost halfway there, and then I'm running across the country in a race to Havasu. There's nothing fun about the timing, it's a long way to go and I'm already late. When I see something like "my pick is sharp and my spirits are high," it just compels me all the more to get moving. And the thing is, I need that. I need to go there. It's not like "well maybe." I'm late and I no info and no parts, but the universe is already working on that.
So I'm leaving without a working generator and with not enough solar, it's now a guess at 85 watts? There have been solar struggles. I'm not plugging in, can't afford to do that, my money is for batteries and wires and panels and food and water and propane and gas. I'm bringing several things still in boxes that I have no idea how to use or fear of using them.
So why don't I just stay and take my time? We're all running out of time. I have a window. I have been planning this for awhile and the time has come. That's all I can say. It's very clear to me. But I can't seem to pack today. And for someone like me, a little neurotic but a pretty nice person, it could take me a week to pack. I'm down to the wire. I've got a day to pack. Why is this fear tripping me up Again? It's the worst. I'm so tired of it. Does anyone know what I'm talking about?