It all started with a simple sharing of a testimony.
We are members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Every first Sunday of the month, our churches across the globe engage in what is called a fast and testimony meeting. We fast for two meals prior to church (24 hours) and donate the money we would have spent on those meals to specifically help those in need. (This is in addition to the tithe and other contributions we may make towards this endeavor.) We go to church at our regular time, but instead of listening to talks during our Sacrament meeting, the podium is open to those wanting to share their testimony about the gospel of Jesus Christ, or some specific aspect of it.
Alan is finishing up a degree he began 28 years ago. (I’ll write more on that later) Though we have been here a little over six months. we aren’t well known. We’ve been playing hookie a lot and traveling to the coast. I introduced myself before baring my testimony, so people wouldn’t wonder who in the world I was. At the end of my introduction, I mentioned that Alan’s last class ended in August and that we didn’t know what was happening after that. It’s something I’ve been saying for several months to anybody who asks. To the landlord. And to the property manager of the property we are renting. Both of whom go to our same church.
Somehow saying I didn’t know what was happening after a certain date was interpreted as my saying that we were breaking our lease and moving. Chaos ensued.
We thankfully got the brouhaha under control, but not before being faced with the faultiness of our assumptions . About how we thought things were going to play out. We realized that we were going to need another housing option that we hadn’t considered before. In our minds the transition from renting in one state to moving into a purchased home in another state (all while Alan relocates and starts his phantom job) was an easy one. Having to answer other people’s questions led us to the realization that it wasn’t going to be as easy as we thought.
To our credit, our lapse in judgement is understandable when you consider all that we’ve done recently to get here. We were in much need of a mental break and didn’t worry too much about such future details. Mental break over, it was time to figure out the next step.
I had recently made the comment to someone that I had overcome my hoarding tendency, and thus my need for possessions so successfully, that I could get rid of everything and live in an RV. Living in an RV was already on my brain and so I offered it up as a possible solution.
I won’t bore you with the details of getting from a crazy idea that you laugh about to the crazy idea you decide to take on. All I’ll say is that by talking about it, we realized that living in an RV offered us a solution to problems we are now aware of, and presented us with an opportunity we hadn’t thought feasible.
Alan has wanted to consult for years. Being separated for weeks and months at a time wasn’t desirable, so we dreamed of my joining him in his travels. Then we got our furry four legged children. We didn’t want to board them all the time, so shelved that dream. However, with the thoughts of living in an RV came the resurrection of that dream.
In the end, we don’t know what will happen. We don’t know if he’ll ultimately get a job consulting or what we’re calling a permanent job. But we’re covered in any case.
In the beginning, there was a testimony. In the end, we found a vehicle to achieve our dreams.