A few of my regular visitors know that I live full time in an RV; somewhat newer and in a lot better shape than this, but an RV just the same. (If you’re interested in the back story visit my alter-blog http://www.stevenwillardreboot.wordpress.com) This will be my second winter living in New England in an RV. A few of my friends, and a fair percentage of casual aquaintences, thought I had slipped a cog and that it would be only a short time before I came to my senses and moved into more “suitable” accommodations. They will have to wait a while longer.
Last year proved to my satisfaction that in my particular circumstances the RV is perfectly livable…even comfortable. In some ways it is better suited to New England winters than conventional homes or apartments. I heat my space with two small electric space heaters in all but the coldest days. My backup is a propane furnace that easily heats the space and a generator if the power fails. Of course if the situation calls for it I can always pack up and drive away.
So, how does this equate with the title? Simple. When I first entertained the idea of living in an RV it was in the spirit of hope-faith if you prefer-that things would work out. Now, after eighteen months, I no longer feel the need of hope. I’ve seen that it works and no longer rely on hope…at least as far as my accommodations are concerned. In other areas I find myself very concerned, not for myself, but for the nation. I can only hope that by this time next year my worry will have been for naught. Hope is a good thing, but it’s better if you don’t need it.
*This is NOT my RV! I find this a sad situation. That a coach that someone had such hopes for has been reduced to such a state that the owner hasn’t even left a phone number to call for enquireies.
Olympus OMD EM1 with 12-40mm f2.8 zoom.