Making the Decision
Decisions were never my forte. I’m the type to get stuck on an idea for months. Not mulling it over like I should be doing, but not even really thinking about it. Daniel often asks what I’m thinking about when I’m staring off into space, and I have to admit - absolutely nothing. Holding a decision inside and letting it fester until I am forced by something or someone else to think about it is my natural tendency rather than dealing head on with tough decisions.
But I’m getting ahead of the story. Let me start from the beginning when the idea first planted itself inside my head. The months in quarantine began to blend together. I found myself wondering when we could venture out and start making memories again. Sheltering in place is strikingly similar to early motherhood. When your infant is inconsolable every single time he’s in the car seat, staying home is almost always easier. When you’re toilet training and you have to carry a potty seat everywhere you go and chances are you’ve both already changed outfits once, it is simply necessary to stay home. We take long walks in the evenings with no real destination in mind. These days we rarely need to be anywhere at any specific time. Is this sounding familiar? This has been my quarantine.
Like many of you, I began brainstorming what we could do to get out safely. I needed something to look forward to, a destination, or any novel idea. I mentioned one evening before drifting off to sleep that RVing might be a safe bet. We ended up renting various kinds of RV’s this past summer. Trailer types with trucks and motorhome kinds. We looked into vans and visited Airstream dealerships. We began asking ourselves what we wanted our future to look like. Was this going to be a weekend adventure, a summer adventure, or something that we could do more long term? We started by listing reasons why this plan wouldn’t work. We then tried to solve each one through the next few weeks until there were no problems left, until there was no reason why we couldn’t do it.
So that sweltering June night when 8pm rolled around and the truck salesman was locking up and our boys’ were running laps in the bed of a super duty pickup truck, there was a decision that needed to be made. Do we do this thing, or not?
