There have been so many aspects of this new life to get a grasp on in the last three or so months, that noting them has to take a back seat. Unfortunately that means that some things I’d like to remember in the future will probably be lost, but I do what I can. Combine a piss-poor memory with anxiety, a complete makeover in lifestyle and helpful/unhelpful medications, and you lose things along the way. It’s ok.
As of yesterday, I have marching orders to vacate by February 20th of this year. That puts the move out squarely in the uncertain weather category. Around here, snow and ice aren’t unheard of through the end of March. Given, understandably I think, that I don’t want to attempt mountain passes under those circumstances, I’ll be looking for a safe place to hang out til it seems certain that roads are clear.
Luckily, I was steered towards going to the Long Beach (ocean) area, where there are several year-round RV parks. Paying to park is not my first choice, but options are limited and hopefully I only need a month or so there. Honestly, staying by the ocean sounds wonderful! This rig has weathered several windstorm with barely any indication inside that anything exciting was going on outside…other than the incredible booming BONK when a pine cone hits the roof, or especially the skylight. It’s impressive how high both Leo and I can jump when we’re startled.
In any case, the ocean beaches will probably be our home soon. Leo will be learning how to walk on a leash there. Sort of throwing him into the deep end. I figure there shouldn’t be many people walking their pups this time of year, so he can get his freak out on with only me and the gulls to witness.