If this doesn’t freak out a few people we know, nothing will. Leon and I are seriously considering not buying a house or renting, but living full time in a tiny RV. This is the same Leon who, for years, spoke about how much he did not enjoy living in the 864 square feet apartment we rented for one short year. This was the same 864 square feet apartment that I loved the floor plan and could have lived there almost forever.
I have a feeling we will talk ourselves out of full timing now, though it is something we had and still plan for in the not so distant future. In part because of certain logistics, it won’t be easy to work it out on the East coast, but that he is even saying it out loud…. Oh my.
Hmmm. Could this be reverse psychology? Could he be doing this just so I will decide against it? No, I would just reverse it on him, he knows that.
Stay tuned. And don’t tell our son, he will think we have gone over the edge, I’m sure. Not that I blame him, we almost feel the same way, not like we are talking a 40 foot one with a separate bedroom….
The Born Free 24RB was our first choice. Their safety record is impeccable, their quality control is awesome, and their rear bath sold Leon! And, every time I turn around I am reading yet again how happy their service department or factory has made another buyer. They are apparently so willing to adapt them to your needs, to work with you, it is short of incredible, and long time readers know I would want something changed and put them to work on some unconventional something.
But the new 2009 Winnebago 24A has a workable kitchen that far exceeds the counter space of the Born Free. And a slide, though that was not what was pushing over toward it, it was, indeed, the kitchen and the fact the kitchen is in the rear.
The one thing holding us back is suitable locations to live in it down here…. (and perhaps sanity).
Maybe we will just wait until after hurricane season when we know we might be working elsewhere… or maybe we should get it now anyway – so we can run from the storms. Instead of storm chasers we could be storm chasees, or something like that.
Or maybe, we should just go bigger. Or play the lottery and get a tiny condo and an RV… or….
Note: It was not reverse psychology; time has passed since I started this post. It is still an option.
