It has been seven months in the making. The desire to sell everything we own, purchase a tenement on wheels and drive wherever the open road may take us. After a very tiring half-year of preparing and selling our house (read here), or living in a crazy motel for two months (read here), the time has finally come and yes folks, we are now living the dream. For our readers who have been waiting equally as long to see what we traded our stationary existence for, I give to you TNN’s Dream Team.
A 2017 RAM 3500 dually, we named Edith, which has the strength to pull her counterpart without our foot even on the pedal. She is as powerful as she is beautiful and although we had many a hoop to jump through because of her ability to tow (read about RV regulations here), we wouldn’t trade her for the world.
Next is our 2018 Grand Design Solitude fifth wheel, which we’ve named Archie’s Bunker. He is heavy, bulky and handsome as hell. He contains all of our comforts of home and with an ever-changing view.
And so we’re clear, dreams of this magnitude do not happen without sacrifice. Yes, we sold our home, sold most of our belongings and gave up being near our family, but the sacrifice I speak of is from those who have helped us make our dream come true.
You cannot change your life in such a large way without it touching someone else, unless of course, you are truly alone in this world, which we are not. Our children have sacrificed the most. Our youngest daughter, Jack, who was still living at home at the time and going to university, told us to follow our dream and would not allow herself to be a roadblock to our aspirations. I’m not sure she understood the displacement her life would take because our need to be mobile but she never once complained or reneged on her agreement for us to go even as she lost her family home, her parents, the two dogs we were taking with us and the third dog we lost to illness during the process. We totally and utterly rearranged her life and I thank her from the bottom of my heart for being so selfless.
Our other daughter, Ali, will feel our absence less in her daily life because she lives with her young family outside our home. And although we would now miss out on our weekly meet ups with her and our grandson Calum (Calumazoo), she promised we would stay close via FaceTime. A promise she has kept and one in which we enjoy immensely. Family means everything to us and to be able to stay connected and in the loop of Calum’s weekly achievements has allowed us to travel away for extended periods knowing we won’t miss a thing.
When my brother Chuck and my sister-in-law Maggie offered to allow us to store some “stuff” in their house, we graciously accepted. Only our prized possessions were to be kept – our art collection and our Christmas decorations (yes I’m one of those people). With furniture not being sold in time and other items creeping into our scope of things that needed to be kept, we eventually sent two and a half moving vans full of our belongings for storage. And as big as their house is, we essentially filled every nook and cranny in the basement, garage and back yard. To allow someone to impose their belongings in your personal space is generous enough, but to add insult to injury, although we packed the vans, it was them and their son Connor who did all the heavy lifting and unpacking once they had arrived.
On our end, the packing and moving seemed to go on forever! I’m as useless as tits on a bull, and luckily we are surrounded by great guys with some serious muscle. Our nephew Nick drove the three-hour trek to our house twice to help his Uncle move Aunt Lily’s unbelievably heavy furniture (so they say). Jack and Ali’s boyfriends Anthony (T-bone) and Mitchell helped night after night until our house was empty and the moving vans were full.
As busy as others were, they sacrificed their time and gave of their profession. My hair dresser, who is the best stylist in the world and someone I just adore, spent hours with Q and me teaching us how to colour my hair. I don’t know if we’ll get it right, but it was important to her that I don’t look like a hag on our journey. Even my doctor’s joined in helping us secure treatment options and appointments via phone & the internet to allow us to travel. All were accommodating and genuinely happy for us.
And as our adventure began the help continued to poured in. We met Marie & Henry in southern Ontario. Full-timers themselves, they gave us pointers, where to find information and offered companionship during our brief stay together. Friends we will stay connected with as we navigate this mobile existence albeit apart, but on the same path nonetheless. Then there was the drunken trio from BC and the young family Rob and Shandy in northern Ontario who helped us back our fifth wheel into a heavily forested site, and in the dark no less. Or the young couple from Leduc, Alberta who helped us back our fifth wheel out of the RV wash we wouldn’t fit under and then proceeded to drive us to a wash where we would fit. How all these people just happened to be where we needed help when we needed it, I will never know, but we felt fortunate to have their help and to meet them all.
As I said, dreams are not without sacrifice. All of the above people have been placed in our path whether it was for their knowledge, muscle, time, storage space or selfless acts of love. We could never have fulfilled our deepest desire without each and every one of you. To family, friends old and new, and to the strangers passing in the night, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
~True North Nomad
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