As I write this, we've been away from home in Weepy since late October, almost twelve weeks. Before this trip, our longest in Weepy was seven weeks, right after I retired. I have no desire yet to go "home" and I don't foresee feeling that way. If someone called and said the house had been destroyed, it wouldn't really matter. We've downsized almost completely and very nearly everything we need and want is with us here now. I know three months is still not really living in an RV, but we just keep proving to ourselves that this is the lifestyle for us. Weepy IS home.
What's amazing to me is that Weepy seems to get bigger the longer we live in her. When we were home in the house, sometimes I would come inside for something and it would seem so tiny in here. But now we joke about how she seems to be growing. There is plenty of room for everything we want. Part of it is that we are learning the dance of living in a small space. We know each other's movements, we know when to stay out of each other's way, when to knock when coming out of the bathroom, when to just step outside and let the other do their thing. We waste less time looking for things and less time retrieving stuff. We waste less food because we don't have a cavernous fridge and pantry to lose things in, and we don't buy way too many things to begin with. There's room for everything we want to do. I have space here at the dinette to work on the websites, we can lounge here to watch TV, we have three options of where to sleep, each one big enough for both of us if needed. The shower is just big enough to be able to, well, take a shower, and what else did you want to do in there? We've packed this thing for two weeks worth of groceries to stay at a campground, and at the end realized we could have eaten for at least two more.
RV living really is a lifestyle, and I know it's one that a lot of people couldn't do, but we seem to be thriving in it. And Weepy keeps getting bigger and bigger.