Hey y’all! Beth here. This is my first blog post, so bear with me. My grammar is terrible and I can’t even touch Yeager’s quality of articulate writing. However, I have some things on my mind and I’d really appreciate any feedback, ideas, and or opinions from you guys out there. Here is goes…
Camper life presents many challenges. Shit, life has many challenges. Money is unfortunately always at the fore-front of our minds. Having money, earning money, and spending money wisely is a huge challenge for us. When you don’t know where your next dollar is coming from it adds additional stress, worry, angst, and all that other shit no one needs. Yeags and myself have been exploring ideas for making moola on the road. We’ve worked in restaurants, at a gas station, a gift shop, a motel, and written for a local paper. All of this we did on Ocracoke in a month’s time. As we move forward and head West, we will be depending on the funds we have saved and nothing else…at least until the next job opportunity comes along. The goal is to work jobs that will either fuel our passions or fuel our tank. Hopefully both.
Most days, I know in my gut that everything is going to be ok. Things will work out as they should. Money will come and go as I need it. I’m confident in myself that I will be able to maneuver my way through financial setbacks. However, let me continue by saying that right now, this very moment, I’m frustrated as all hell. Right now, I want security. I want to know that I can relax and not worry about money. Just earlier today I applied for a new credit card. My phone rings from a unknown number. I answer.
“May I please speak with Elizabeth?”
“Hello. This is she.”
The women on the other line starts asking me a series of questions about where I work and why my address was recently changed from North Carolina to Georgia, even though I’m claiming that I work in NC. I don’t want to lie, and I can see where this is going….Nowhere. I briefly explain that I’m traveling and that “No, I’m not currently employed, except for freelance work.” I know as I’m saying this, that it’s a mess. This isn’t happening for me today. Fuck. I don’t even want the damn credit card. I just wanted some security knowing that if I’m up shit creek, that I don’t have to depend on anyone else, that I don’t have to ask anyone for money. As I’m typing this, I’m realizing that maybe that’s where I’m going wrong. Maybe, I’ve yet to understand what life on the road is really about. So many others have written about the community of people out there that help them keep going. Maybe, just maybe, I’m looking at this the wrong way. Maybe it’s not about having certain security.
I sure as hell hope so.
So I’m here in this moment. Right now, at 1:02 PM in Brentwood, Tennessee and I’m pissed, yet grateful. Today, I woke up in a real bed, with all the comforts of a “real” home. We are staying with our friends Wesley, Eryn, and their cute-as-a-button son, Theo. This morning as I meandered from the unfamiliar bedroom to the kitchen, I was happily surprised by a set of two bowls, spoons, cereal, coffee cups and a note with the wifi password and instructions to make ourselves at home. Yeager has known Wesley for quite some time, but for me it was more than I could have asked for from a host that I just recently met.
Tomorrow, we head WEST! I mean we are actually booking it, all the way from Tennessee to New Mexico, with a stop in Oklahoma or somewhere between for the night. It’s the big move that we have been looking forward to now for well over a year, and this marks a serious milestone in our journey. As we mentally and physically prepare for this next move, the things I just went on a rant about are fluttering in my mind. Jeez, maybe it’s a good time for a yoga session or some mediation. Inspirational You Tube suggestions, anyone?