My life currently consists of an extreme amount of warm blankets, layers of clothing, and hot, steaming mugs of liquid.
When I first began dreaming of living in a camper as a youngling it was, crazily enough, it was because my brother spent a winter living in a cool little camper he owned. He was a young teenager and I was an eleven-year-old. Our family was building a house and although he only slept in the camper (vs. cooking there, etc…) I thought it was the coolest thing ever.
Now here I am, a decade and a half later, realizing that dreams do come true.
Interestingly enough, over the last five months, I’ve been amazed over and over again that I really do enjoy camper living as much as I thought I would. Sure, it’s cold and inconvenient at times, but it also sparks joy in my whimsical loving heart.
The last few mornings I’ve shivered in the 30-degree air when I’ve had to climb out of bed, but never once have I wished I was somewhere else. I feel so blessed to be here – living this adventure.
My brother – that same one who sparked the dream of camper living in the first place – is planning on visiting me later this week to help me winterize my camper. It’s funny how life works.
And now I’m off to work, folks. Have a fantastically blessed day!