Long time no blog! I am using this time of quarantine as a way to get reacquainted with the wonderful habit of journaling and blogging with a first person voice, keeping you and me entertained in the process. You may feel like you have missed a few episodes, or rather a whole season! I will try to catch up as we go. In the meanwhile, stay safe and wash your hands 🙂
With two massive Great Danes and a pretty big Marine husband, living in a 300sqft RV can have its challenges. Especially when I am making dinner, both dogs are sniffing around and my husband is coming close to see what for dinner.
That usually results in me yelling for everyone to Get. Out. Of. My. Space. We also have a smaller than usual queen bed (RV mattress sizes are different), and let’s say that between the shorter amount of inches per person, and having the wall of my closet right in my face on the other side, I feel a bit claustrophobic at times.
I can’t complain, we are on a beautiful beach where people pay millions of dollars to have a house, and touching the sand is a 15 second walk.
It is just a change from living in a 2,500sqft house just for myself in Guatemala, with two acres of land and 300 yards of beach just for me. I have to learn to share.
I have to get into better habits of giving my husband his space as well. He is out all day at work, and so I get some alone time. When he gets back, if he is working on something or needs a siesta, I like to go for a walk with the dogs.
Another thing in 300sqft is the smallest amount of clutter feels like an episode of hoarders. Quarrel of the day: he wakes up, complains that there is ONE PLATE on the kitchen’s countertop. Said plate takes approximately 80% of the countertop, so he’s got a point.
But I also do 99% of plate cleaning, drying, and arranging back into their respective space, so more quarreling ensues because it was pointed out to me as I was still in bed, a good two feet away from said plate.
Long story short, even if you love each other, you need space. And my previous kitchen was about the size of this house on wheels, so plates happened to pile up, they got magically cleaned by an employee who would never point out how messy I am, and could spend the afternoon drying without compromising the Qi of the place.
Personal space is also about accepting that a couple won’t have the same daily routine. I have been waking up later than my usual 6-630am in Guatemala, and sleeping much later than my 9-930pm. I don’t really like that. But doing otherwise would mean David would wake me up when he’d go to bed and I’d wake him up walking around in the morning.
I can always walk away with the dogs for a bit, and I swear that man has the superpower to open one eye, have an intelligible conversation, and fall back asleep.
I also need to find a place where I am comfortable, other than in bed. We bought super nice outdoor chairs on Amazon last month, so that will work as long as I can stay out of the sun.
The RV comes complete with an outdoor sound system so you can play music just for the outside without bothering the one inside.