Remember my love of lists? One can never have too much organization. So, I present to you a short list of places you should not be confined with me for months on end.
- 620 Center Street (this has been proven on more than one occasion)
- A Fleetwood Tioga (I’m 0 for 1 here)
I told you it was a short list. However, you should copy and paste this into your brain anyway in case I ever suggest we congregate in one of the aforementioned locations for any length of time. And with that, here is the story of The Elephant in the Room.
I started this adventure with my other half, the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with. As it turns out, Someone had a much different plan in store for the both of us. And here’s where it gets tricky, because as you all know by now, I am nothing short of “tricky.”
One of us dove off the deep end into religion and in turn, one of us chose the power of booze to get through it. I’ll let you figure out which is which while I pour this glass of wine. Oh, you already have an answer? Well then, cheers!
All joking aside, just in case any potential suitors actually read my blog someday I would hate to come across as being… “insensitive” …shall we say. Being isolated and away from the life you once knew, has an effect on everyone. Whether it is positive or negative depends on the glasses you are viewing it through. Rob and I grew apart and into our own lives and who it was we were to become. And neither of us have looked back.
We parted ways in Indiana in April and Roxy and I are on our own, brand new adventure. It is filled with excitement, hardships and everything we expected it to be. We are learning, repairing, battling, and thriving. Really not much different than my former life except I get to do all those things in the most beautiful settings. And alone. For some, that is a place filled with fear and dread, for me, it is a place I’ve always been very comfortable.
Now that’s not to say I want to be alone forever, but for now, it is where I am supposed to be because, well, it’s exactly where I am. I have made friendships with an eccentric bunch just like me across the country through a social platform designed for this lifestyle. So, I never feel alone and a lot of the time these people are right out my front door when our schedules line up and my RV isn’t being a dick and needing repaired.
So much for thinking I could slip through the cracks and you all would transition as easily as I was able to into my new life and we could just sweep all that under the rug. There were a few of you that “needed the whole story.” I don’t blame you, I will put you in an awkward situation too, when I’m given the chance.
Until then, Montana…
