Another nice day today although I have found that the afternoons tend to get a little breezy by 2 or 3 o'clock.
Things are calming down at the City of Rocks and I'm starting to see empty sites as I walk around the neighborhood. Although it's hard to tell for sure because some sites can be reserved so they may have a camper that doesn't actually have to be here, but in general it feels like there's less activity going on and the Camp Host doesn't have that deer in the headlights look that she had the day I got here.
As I get more experience living the full-time lifestyle the more I've come to the realization that its not that much different than living a normal life in a home that's attached to the ground. When I first started full timing I think I felt that the places I went were going to provide me with endless amounts of fun and excitement but the fact is new places are only new for a few days and then they just become... normal.
The City of Rocks is a good example because its no different than all the other state parks I've have been in. When you first get here you look around and you see lots of rocks, big rocks, medium rocks, and little rocks. And you think to yourself, think of all the fun I can have with this many rocks. And for a few days it is fun. You walk around the rocks, you walk through the rocks, you climb up on a rock, and you take pictures of the rocks, and pretty soon you're telling yourself, well I've done about everything there is to do with a rock, now what?
And that's when it hits you that you're not on vacation, that you can't have fun with the rocks for a few days and then get in your car and go home, you actually have to live a normal life among the rocks. You have to cook dinner, vacuum the trailer, and do laundry, all while living with the rocks. So what ends up happening is your living a perfectly normal life except that when you look out your window... You see rocks. Other times you look out your window and see mountains, or a beach, or a forest, but your life remains the same you're still cooking and cleaning and buying groceries,
So what I've learned from all of this is, slow down, when you get to a new place don't try to do all of the fun stuff the first few days, your probably going to be there a couple of weeks save some fun stuff for later.
This is your life, not a vacation. Don't feel guilty for sitting around doing absolutely nothing. Embrace your inner laziness, be proud of it, and when you meet someone say, Hi, I'm Tom and I'm lazy.
Except the fact that being in a new place will only make you happy for a few days, or maybe a few hours in some cases, then the newness wears off and suddenly the excitement is all gone and you're left sitting there in your RV with nothing to do except make plans on leaving tomorrow for a place that will make you happy for a few more days.
Happiness is, and always has been, an inner peace that's in your own mind. It will not be found in a new place, or a new thing, it's been covered up and buried by the stress and responsibilities of living a normal life. But once you go full time the problems that have buried your happiness will slowly fall away and if you look carefully you will find out it's still there just waiting to be used.
Orange contrail. I'll bet the folks in that airplane got a beautiful view of the sunset.