Peggy and I just returned from two weeks on the road in a newly purchased motorhome. Not one of those big fancy rolling luxurious homes, but a rather basic model that has all of life’s necessities and is set up for comfortable living in a home away from home that can also take a person wherever they choose to go. We had talked for a long time about perhaps investing in a home where we might spend a fair amount of time during our retirement. Peggy and I have five daughters and while buying a home closer to one of them might have worked it still have meant traveling to visit the others. We couldn’t decide where to think about buying. So a home on wheels seemed a good option. It turns out to be a lot of fun, actually. I like to think of it as being at home with life while on the journey. Not always an easy thing to do.
We are all on a journey. For some, the journey of life is more spiritual than for others, and some people exert a lot of effort throughout life attempting to not journey but to stick with the same beliefs and understandings they were taught as children. Not so for me. I like connecting in many different ways.
On this maiden voyage in the “van” (albeit a large van with kitchen, living area, bathroom, and a queen size bed) we experienced only a couple of minor glitches while journeying across the country. One night, the heat stopped working in the middle of the night and we awoke at three in the morning to somewhere around 45 degrees inside. I got up, fixed some coffee, started the engine of the motorhome, and started driving. In just a short period of time, the dashboard heaters had the interior warmed to a very comfortable temperature and the sub-freezing temperatures outdoors were no longer an issue. Life is like that as well. Sometimes we have to figure out how to create the warmth we desire.
I suppose I could have stomped around angry, cursed the salesman, used his cell phone number to call him and rant in his ear at three in the morning, but instead I opted to find a solution for myself and in this case, there was one within easy grasp. Often times finding the warmth we seek in life is in easy grasp. Reaching out to other people to serve their needs warms two hearts, while a rant over the woes we face individually often turns friends into distant acquaintances.
This particular problem, like many in life, also ended up with a really positive serendipitous event. By waking up at three in the morning and beginning the drive, we missed the tangled mess of traffic that enters St. Louis, Missouri, from the Illinois side of the Mississippi River every morning. Had we not been wakened by the cold, or had I ranted and cursed, we would have been slowed by the tangled mess of vehicles, all trying to pass through the bottleneck of traffic and we would have been delayed by a substantial amount of time. As it happened, we were far better off. It is a real joy how that happens sometimes.