I was talking to the neighbor today about living in an RV.
Let me say that when Mr. Sunshine and I first decided to move into an RV, I was a bit concerned. Such a small space, all that "stuff" we own, taking on the monster-sized payment PLUS lot rent PLUS satellite TV PLUS phone bills PLUS groceries.
You get the point.
In the past 15 months, I've realized that we have absolutely no fucking use for all that "stuff"we we own. I had no need for all those clothes and shoes I used to have. My life is much simpler.
But back to the neighbor, and the point of my rambling. The neighbor and his wife just bought a very large fifth-wheel RV to use as their permanent residence. They had debated building or buying, and decided that they'd rather not have to dick with upkeep, maintenance, and repairs. Their RV is paid for, their bills will be minimal, they can relax and enjoy themselves.
Now, the ultimate point of my rambling. While Mr. Sunshine and I did take on a monster-sized payment to buy this magic bus, we have less than three years of those payments left.
At that time, our expenses will be minimal. Lot rent, satellite, phone bills, groceries.
That is so unbelievably comforting to me. I spent a lot of years fucking off, which means I am 42 years old with no retirement funds. I am just now about to finish my college degree. I'm going to need it to help offset my criminal record.
The future frightens me. The economy is terrible. Unemployment is rampant. People with no criminal history can't get a job.
Yet, after talking with the neighbor, I feel better. If we can just make it through the next (almost) 3 years of payments, life will be so much simpler. That's comforting to this recovering addict who fears the unknown that the future holds for her.