Stops Along the Way: Part 2
Five o’clock quickly arrived at my desk on my first night as a full-time RVer. I left my office and walked into the dark parking lot knowing I would be home in less than 30 seconds. No one from work knew it. Since I land acting and print gigs on occasion, they believe my camper is to go on jobs out of town. Half-truths go a long way. I also made it a point for them to know that owning an RV has always been a dream of mine. I considered letting my co-workers know of my new lifestyle, but I’ve grown less trusting with age. My managers may feel less compelled to give me higher raises since I have fewer expenses. My supervisor may look at me with scorn if I come in late on a snowy day. Co-workers may think I’m just plain kooky… and they would be right! Yes, none of these things would be fair, but life isn’t fair and neither are people’s judgments and actions. If the folks at work ever did find out (and some may already suspect), I guess it wouldn’t be a big deal. However, why put myself out there if I don’t have to?
As I approached close to my camper, I visually took it all in. “This is my home!”. Realizing this felt odd, good… and a little scary. I got in the van and drove to my RV friendly parking spot. Like a dog, I instinctively circled the lot twice before parking. There were two big rig trucks settled in for the night, so I parked next to them under a light post.…
