Longing

With a grand total of five nights under Bullwinkle's fiberglass roof, we've had just a small taste of what life will be like as fulltimers. And, anytime we have a taste of something we really, really like, we usually want a second helping. It can be tough to simply enjoy what you have without yearning for more.

We have no plans to hit the road for the next two weekends. So, it comes as no surprise that "hump day" this week has been a little rough. Work seems, well, a little less important. Everything that comes with living in a big city is a lot more irritating. The things that we have to do this weekend and next that will keep us here seem like a lot less fun than what we really want to be doing. You get the idea.

Perhaps the most comical manifestation of this midweek malaise is something that's happened to both of us. From our offices, we can both see a freeway or two. Boris has found himself gazing out his window and counting Class As as they drive by. I've found myself sitting in a conference room during very important business meetings checking out the various classes of RVs that pass by. "There's a travel trailer," I find myself thinking (sometimes while my mouth is moving in the meeting!). "There's a big Class C, and another Class A," runs through my mind while I'm in mid-sentence. "Oh look! Another fiver!" I exclaim in my brain.

We found a bit of comfort when we confessed our odd behavior to each other. We're chalking it up to taking one big step toward a lifestyle we look forward to. As we play "spot the RV" in our subconscious minds, we wonder where these lucky travelers are going, where they've been and what they're up to. And, we send them good wishes for lots of fun and safe travels. We can't wait to join them down the road.

So, the next time you find yourself maneuvering your rig through a downtown freeway around skyscrapers, know that some future fulltimer might give you a longing glance and wish you well. And, it might just be one of us.