The Real Destination

Image Source
Image Source

Lately, when scheduling future events onto my calendar, I find myself thinking of things in terms of “Before Bus” (BB) and “After Bus” (AB).

A mom’s night out with some Daisy moms in a couple weeks: one week BB, so we will be crazy busy packing up and getting everything ready.

My friend Sarah’s wedding: AB. I realized this as I was purchasing my bridesmaid dress (this one, if you’re curious, in Guava), which caused me to say out loud “Holy smokes. When the time comes for me to wear this dress I will be LIVING IN A BUS.” (The reply? “Well, you better not show up looking like it.”)

The responses we’ve gotten when we tell people about our plans are varied and everybody seems to have their own opinions about what it’s going to be like for us or what they would do in our situation. Most people exclaim over the fun, interesting aspects of it. Although, my children’s pediatrician direly predicted that we “are all going to kill each other.” Another friend wistfully admitted that her dream would be to take it down to Florida and live in a house on stilts overlooking the alligators in the wetlands.

A commenter on the manual labor update recently lamented:

“I love the idea of living in a bus! Of course, I’m probably not patient/unselfish/tough enough to actually do it… but what a great lifestyle!”

To which I confessed:

“Shoot, friend, I don’t think I’m enough of any of those things either! We are just winging it over here and inviting everyone to come along for the ride. Welcome aboard :)

And it’s true. I have no idea in the world what this is going to be like. We are trying to treat this like an adventure, which it totally is, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t moments where I suddenly turn to Noah and say “Okay, so… worst-case scenario: the bus tips over as we’re trying to park it, crushing everything in its path. What then?”

So, then he has to logically go through the scenario and remind me that even if that WERE to happen, it would probably just knock off the top floor and we could still live in the bottom and we wouldn’t even have to change the name of the blog because it would still, technically, be a BUS, and we would still have the RV (“unless the bus smashed it when it toppled,” I interject).

And I am comforted. Until I think of some other catastrophic failure that could occur.

The truth of the matter is that the whole “living in a bus” thing isn’t the end game for us (although dinking around on the forums DOES make that seem pretty appealing). It is the means to an end as we strive toward our goal of building a home with as little debt as possible. So, in the light of our final destination we are willing to risk a lot of unknowns and sacrifice conveniences like laundry facilities and a full sized fridge.

It is an adventure after all and the best kinds of adventures are not those without any trials or tribulations – they’re the ones where the voyagers overcome them and emerge victorious. That’s the kind of story we want to tell. That we ARE telling.

So, thanks for coming along with us. It promises to be a worthwhile journey.

What dreams and goals do you have? What lengths would you be willing to go to meet them? 



(Visited 126 time, 1 visit today)

6 thoughts on “The Real Destination

  1. I ltend to love worst-case scenarios, but especially in this case (tipping over and crushing everything in its path). It’s always worth a giggle, and you’ll find them invaluable as time goes on!

    1. I do find that it helps to keep things in perspective when you think of how likely (or UNlikely) the worst thing you could possibly imagine happening actually is. I do it with my kids all the time. If the worst thing that could possibly happen to them as a result of what they’re trying to do isn’t death or dismemberment, I say let them have at it (within reason, of course) 🙂

      1. I saw a little interview with the mom of the 9 year old chef on the show with Gordon Ramsey & Co (Master Chef Kids? Maybe!), and when she was asked how she could let her little girl handle knives, she replied that people can go through life quite happily without a finger or two and that she figured the reward of doing what she loved was worth the risk. I was impressed!

          1. I know! I try to be brave, but, seriously, dismemberment and disfigurement tend to freak me out- although not as much as death, I guess…

Comments are closed.