"Every experience no matter how bad it seems, holds with it a blessing of some kind. The goal is to try to find it" -Buddha
Week 2 in a 150 square foot travelling Tin Can (with 11 and a half months to go)...24/7 with the hubby, minor irritants are now officially enlarged ten fold! Forget all the adventure quotes today. JDog has been spilling red wine on the Marimekko vintage table cloths/linens, wrecking havoc on the pure white bedspread & sheets, and off roading with the Tin Can, thus causing a water valve breakage = no water for three days, tomorrow makes four!!!
Enough to drive any gal around the bend - right??? Oh yeah, and did I mention no electricity to boot!!!
Had my 15 minute "Sharon Shebert Head" fizz, which lasted ten minutes longer than it should have when JDog calmly reminded me (in the middle of my melt down) this whole adventure was "my idea" not "his"...
His words of shallow "comfort" only made me go further down my twisted path of thinking "I want my old life back" "I want to go back to downtown Vancouver and be in my 1,800 square feet of comfort" "I no longer want to be here with JDog in this Tin Can" "Forget adventure, I want the mundane corporate comfort world back" "I miss my Fluevogs"
And out of the Tin Can door I flew with guns ablazing, into the darkness of the night! Forgetting we were camped in the middle of nowhere in Northern Ontario, I stomped around in my flamingo flannels trying to find my way back to downtown Vancouver, quickly realizing (after stepping in what I can only imagine must have been a big wad of black bear poo poo) that walking back to a city three provinces away made no logical sense whatsoever.
Back into the comfort of the Tin Can I went, trying to find a "blessing" of some sort amongst the series of misfortunes. What was I thinking bringing vintage linens and white bed sheets across North America? What was I thinking encouraging the off roading ? What was I thinking assuming 24/7 with two people on the road in 150 square feet day in and out would not come without any hiccups?
Looking back on our experiences the last two weeks, they are indeed one in MILLION and we have taken some priceless shots (that could never be found in the comfort of a boxed life conforming with the Cdn. vast majority), and there is no one I'd rather be on this journey with than JDog...so I shall suck it up and continue onwards and upwards (and ditch the white bed sheets & vintage linens).
Any advice re: handling life on the road 24/7 in a 150 square foot Tin Can greatly appreciated.
Fasten that seatbelt, full speed ahead...
You've got this Sharon! If I know anyone that can do this, you can.
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