Ohmergawd I own a camper as my house
The emotional description that best fits would be along the lines of beyond excited. All I can envision are the nights spent looking at the stars on my now accessible roof, along with if it’s raining, what do I care? I am inside a cushy, lavish RV complete with AC! And a treadmill! (I’ll get into that in another post).
Getting a camper is an exhilarating purchase, especially if it’s going to become your forever home (aka full timer).
I mean, I’m going from a truck bed to a 20’ camper, that’s a big jump. One I did not take lightly. I really didn’t even want to embark on that road. I’ve seen what happens with those things, the problems, the maintenance, the extra parts and pieces. But, I was craving a ‘home’. After being on the road in my truck bed for a year, I came to miss the little things. Like, being able to stand up when you wanted to.
So after a lot of soul searching, along with Craigslist hunting, I am the terrified owner of a 2019 (um even though it was made in 2017? They get to still say that apparently) Coachman 17’ Freedom Express Blast.
Two things I’ve never understand about RVs.
- Where they come up with those stupid names.
- Why they insist that everyone loves giant swooshes as the decor on outsides of RVs. Seriously, what’s wrong with a solid color? You know, like how cars are ONE COLOR? Nope, RVers have a deep desire for large curves of different colors to be broadcasted off of the side of a camper. It must scream “ADVENTURE!”. Sorry, rant over.
My plan is to document as much as I can, share my epic fails to prevent others from suffering the same fate. Perhaps it will just make a good coffee table story. gulp
And awayyyyy we goooo!