Living in the Big Rig has been big fun. Big fun with some big adjustments in our daily lives, not the least of which is spacial. Instead of having 3200+ square feet to roam around we have 320. And ‘roaming’ in 320 square feet is almost an oxymoron.
We are adjusting amazingly well – as long as Other Half remembers the cardinal rule of living with me – no matter the square footage. No talking for the first hour. Simple request if you ask me. Other Half doesn’t always agree but we manage to work it out.
Another big adjustment to living in the Big Rig is ‘vacation life.’ When you live in a motor home and spend most of your time in great places it’s hard to tell the difference between regular life and vacation life. We get asked a lot if we feel like we live in the Big Rig or we’re on vacation.
At first it felt like vacation. Now it feels like regular life. It feels so much like regular life that I’ve spent a big chunk of our time here at Mission Bay working on taxes. It doesn’t get much more regular life than taxes.
This week we enjoyed some vacation life. I’m a huge lover of wildlife. We took the day and went to La Jolla. A friend from Michigan, Pat, clued me in on La Jolla Cove and the seals. What could be better – take-your-breathe-away scenery and baby seals. The cliffs, the pelicans, the paddle boarders, the crashing waves. I was blown away.
My favorite, by far, were the baby seals. If I could have, I would have petted them. No worries, I know better and in case I forget, Other Half is always ready to yank me back.