Torn

I think I love our motorhome. Kind of. It’s incredibly spacious. Like dance hall spacious. Because it’s mammoth, of course. And because it’s mammoth, it’s sized us out of many state/national parks. I dunno.

I’ve developed a bit of an unhealthy obsession with Airstreams. Aside from my dad owning 3 Airstreams over the last 15 years (can Airstream obsession be genetic?), I’ve started following all these FTers in tin cans across multiple social media channels. I’m pretty sure these are My People. 

Shan thinks I’ve lost my mind–especially after sinking a year and many thousands of dollars into the motorhome. But I’m pretty sure somewhere in that noggin of his, he’s digging the idea too. One (of many) problems is that a 2005/6 bunkhouse Airstream is hard to find. The new ones are FAR out of our reach financially and we don’t have the desire to rehab an old one. We want to sell the house and be on the road this summer. 

And the motorhome is literally ready to go…

What to do? What to do?

More will be revealed.