That was the exciting part. Then came the paperwork and money ... that's a scary part, but we already had that all worked out ahead of time. We'll have $900/mo payments for 8 years. That will hurt, but we always seem to break even no matter what we do - so, I figure we will be earning at least $900/more from now on!
Then came the moving part. OMG, did I freak out. We knew that the new one didn't have as much storage as the old, but you just can't describe the feeling of carrying your stuff and not finding any place to put it! There is only one cupboard in the kitchen, just enough for our 4 plates, 6 glasses, and four bowls. So, we put the pots and pans in the cupboard over the couch.
In the bedroom, I see *no* place for a dirty clothes hamper. In the old rig, we just had it stuck on the floor in a corner. In the new rig that little corner of floor disappears when the slide is pulled in for driving.
But, the lack of space for our stuff was only half of my meltdown. As I sat at the dining room table at my computer, I looked across all the open space to the kitchen and into the living room. That luxury just doesn't seem appropriate. I'm not worthy! What good is empty space? I've always been a believer in trusting your gut feelings, and my gut was *screaming* "This is so wrong!" This kind of beauty and space is meant for a different type of RVer ... not for us. We pride ourselves on making do with a little, of being able to stretch out our arms and almost touch the wall on either side. How can we ever feel at home in this?!
I considered holding my feelings inside ... we've made our decision, we really can't go back to the old RV - it is old and worn out, and we're not prepared work on it. But, I just couldn't swallow hard enough, I had to let it out. I called Jim in and I told him how I was feeling. He listened. I was prepared to take our paperwork back in to the sales office and ask them for our money back. But, I had a suspicion that my emotions were unreasonable (yes, it does happen! Just ask Jim.) This has been a very emotional season for me, certainly enhanced simply by being a 58 year old woman. I recognize that the burning in the pit of my stomach may simply be hormones (or lack thereof) stoking the flame. So I waited for what Jim had to say.
He likes it. A lot. He says we can make it work for our stuff. It'll be problematic for a while, but when we get some time to make alterations, it will be good. I believe him. He's good at that.
I took a deep breath. Jim suggested that, instead of going out to dinner as we had planned, let's just stick a Lean Cuisine in the microwave and eat in our new rig. Good idea. We sat in the easy chairs and used the little end table that slides out of its holder in between the two chairs for our plates. It worked well.
We brainstormed about how to make a top for the little table that extended it just a bit. Oooh, fun. As I took more deep breaths, I realized how much easier deep breathing was when I'm not sitting at my computer desk to eat my dinner. I was looking across an open space at the couch. I realized that, in this space we could actually have visitors! And, there is a completely separate space in the middle of the coach that will be the office. I will be able to get computer work done, while Jim is doing something else! In the old rig, we kinda had to be on the same wavelength in order to accomplish anything. The small space dictated that.
I started to get excited. Whew!
Ok, I'll get back to moving now. Here's how the old/new rigs are parked to make moving easy.
|Odie Supervises the move.|
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