Making Plans & Reservations

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By the middle of July, we were living full-time in The Coffee House. No longer conveniently parked in the driveway of our home, our trailer was in an RV park by a speedway. Zoom, zoom.

We chose that location because it was within walking distance of family and shopping. We needed to take care of our banking, I had another medical check-up, and of course, there were the final goodbyes to the life we had on Vancouver Island.

This was the start of living without regular paycheques. We would start paying ourselves. We were debt free!

We washed and wiped away the last of our life at the house. I remember staring at the blank walls knowing there was love set into the framework. We put doodles within those walls before drywall went up in the home. A group of us gathered with Sharpies a few months before we moved in, and we styled our art onto the two-by-fours of each room. Back then, I wanted that permanence.

Now, Jamie and I were discovering life with no schedules, no routine, and we thought we could make whatever plans we wanted. This was new found freedom. We didn’t need reservations for the travel we would be doing. We could relax.

We quickly realized we had to fit ourselves into everyone else’s schedules. We made plans, those changed, and then we made more. Again, they changed.  

There was birthday cake in the freezer for Devon, a yummy Swedish treat we knew she liked. The go-karts at the track were calling us.  What was the rush to go across Canada? Now we wanted to tour our province and maybe buy a piece of land if the price was right.

We couldn’t leave the island until we helped Devon and our future son-in-law, Josh, move into their new apartment, and until we met with our financial advisor at the bank to organize our money for our adventure. We let family decide what reservations were needed to see the Okanagan. We put money aside for a new home base if we found it over the summer.

Once we drove onto the ferry with The Coffee House, that was going to be it for us. There wasn’t going to be another expensive toll to return. That’s one plan we have no intention of changing.



When you don’t know your destination, any road you take will get you there. It’ll just take you longer and probably cost you more.

Camp with friends and family when you go out on your first trips. Until you get comfortable with your setups, your mechanicals, and being in a smaller space, you’ll appreciate the guidance and their experience.

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