RV Living

So far, we've managed to survive 4 months in the RV without killing one another. Actually, it hasn't been that bad; we just pretend we're on a really LONG camping trip. And while I've gotten used to showering in a space with the same floor square footage as a cat litter box, I still have to be careful climbing down the ladder first thing in the morning.

We do get to take the RV for a spin every two weeks when we have to dump our gray water and sewer tanks at the rest stop 7 miles north of Tacoma. On the return trip, we usually have dinner or breakfast somewhere and then fill up our propane tank at a local truck stop.

I can tell I'm starting to have "remodel anxiety dreams". Dreams where I'm trying to ride a bike home while balancing my two cats on the handle bars or where I find out that homeless people have been squatting in our house when I'm not there. I think the race to get the roof shingled before the really bad weather comes and the vulnerablity of having the house empty is on my mind a lot.