Have you ever felt weirdly out of place? I mean, I have a travel blog...note the name... and I haven't gone anywhere in almost 3 years. Well, the occasional trip by automobile or plane. So, out of place. I haven't felt like myself for 3 years. I'm meant to go on adventures. So, after selling my Minnie Winnie 2 years ago, I now am the proud (?) owner of a pop up camper. It needs some TLC.
I listened to a young woman on NPR today who told her story about not knowing who she was pretty much throughout her 20s. She started posting on Instagram and shared what she liked and didn't like. She got to know herself. And I related. I don't know who I am when I am not having travel adventures. I'm restless, bored, and a bit flatlined, so to speak, I am not living the life I want to have.
So, this pop up....it needs a bit of help, and I need help figuring it all out. But I'm here in the desert where it's fucking hot and helping it and me is a sweaty job. So, I just need to get it, and some capable friends, up north with a tool box and supplies to do some small repairs. I guess first, I need to learn how to back it up just right to the trailer so I can hitch it. Once I hitch it, all good, until I need to back it up into the perfect camp spot. "Grab the bottom of the steering wheel, turn it right to back right and turn it left to back left." Sounds easy. Yeah, right.
But I got this. Like my friend Carol said today, you'll figure it out. She doesn't say much anymore. She has brain cancer and is in her final stage of life. But she still knows me...my dear friend is still present in precious moments. I'll do this for her and her amazing spirit will travel with me always.
Stay tuned. The adventure lies ahead. Peace out, Watson
