Oh where is our camper? Oh wherreee is is our Camper?
Oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where....is our camper?
In a change of pace for today, I thought it might be fun to sit down and write an update on all things travel and what life looks like on the other side of saying goodbye to the mountains.
A little intro may be in order first.
This is Peter!
This is my partner in crime —
crime being illegally handsome, unlawfully driven, and delinquently giving.
We met just about 4 months ago, and immediately decided that we were the person the other had been waiting for. And if you think that’s crazy, you should hear how I got here. We are no strangers to crazy around here.
See, we were both headed out of Colorado to travel the U.S., whether by camper or van, but kept getting stuck on the logistics.
Me - towing a rig and trying to figure out how the hell to fix anything when things went wrong.
Him- figuring out where to go and what the heck to do when he got there.
Thus, our partnership was born with a firm handshake and a sweet kiss.
We decided pretty early on that we wanted to do this thing and figure out the rest along the way. So after about three months of living 3 hours apart and going back and forth, I found myself staying in his apartment, and packing up all we had brought to the mountains to set off on the next adventure.
This start included squeezing in as much skiing as we could, sleeping in the truck bed on a night that dropped to an estimated -11 degrees, and eating more turkey and cheese wraps than you would think two people could.
This was the start of shifting gears into a living, breathing embodiment of our shared core belief that life is worth savoring. Without rushing, without a set need to be anywhere, and with an approach that required open hands and meaningful check-ins, we journeyed down south to Texas to settle in to begin our search for the rig we will soon call home.
And now we are here - among the tumbleweeds and in between neighborhood churches, opening our hands once again as we walk through travel campers and dream of what it will feel like to hit the open road.
& after a while, we’ve started to feel a bit like Goldilocks.
“This one is too small, this one is too old, this one is too pricey.”
All in the hopes that soon one will feel JUSSTTT RIGHHHTT.
In the meantime, this semester of school is giving me a true run for my money. Spending over 20 hours a week deep in the depths of ethical research-based coaching methodology and the ethics of integrative care, I have found myself FINALLY feeling like the investment in a Master’s program was the right move — and don’t worry, Peter has found plenty to do, as a man who loves to stay active and always can find a project he’s gone from changing brake pads to laying tile for my mom, and always making sure the sink is rid of dirty dishes.
We anticipate leaving here and heading to the next stop in the next few weeks, but first, we ask, OH WHERE IS OUR CAMPER?!
& what a blessing it is to have the resources, support, and space to be on this search and to embody such a beautiful way of life. We move with deep and constantly evolving gratitude for every moment and every face we meet along the way.
If you enjoyed this writing, I hope to spend the next thirty days sitting down just like this and allowing space for creativity and hope to pour out.
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