Last night, I slept in the RV. Railroad Square. Tallahassee. Near Amtrak station.
Daytime, constantly falling asleep. Nighttime, trouble sleeping. Fear of criminals, police, or property owners. Loud rain noise. Trains passing by.
Woke up at 7am this morning, property manager spots me, and we chat pleasantly.
Financially, this RV makes no sense. I’ve barely used the refrigerator, stove, or bathroom. Just driving and sleeping. My Nissan would of worked. The gas savings could have covered hotels. But no RV, no trip. I only went because I planned to live in the RV. It’s funny, I ended up renting the most expensive housing instead. Nevertheless, I likely would never have done this if I didn’t buy the RV.
I got this RV without ever seeing one before. I thought within 6 months, I’d be hitting the road full time. But I’m still edging into it. How far I will go is hard to see.
My mind’s a blank slate. Life is very simple when constantly moving. Only concern is food, parking, and working. No expectations, everything is new. I’ve also been meditating with a Zen school the last four days across three cities. They are all different yet all the same.
Tonight, I’ll drive six hours to Birmingham to stay with my friend Frankie for Thanksgiving. Then, onward to Atlanta. Eventually back to Washington DC and home to Delaware.
