First Blush

Noah was the one to actually drive out and pick up the bus with Sarah’s dad. This is the memoir of his first impression.

As I stood and looked at the towering 14′ tall double-decker school bus in its military-primered, zombie-apocalypse-survival-vehicle glory I wondered how I got here.

The realization of what I had just purchased hit me like, well, like a school bus. Here I was, on my 31st birthday, getting this monstrous vehicle ready for the trip home. What set of events transpired to make me think this was a good idea?  What circumstance could there possibly be to justify the ridiculous purchase?  Where did I go wrong?

We had purchased an acre and a half of land locally (with a lot of help from my mom and step-dad) about a year prior.  There were plans of building a house and starting a firm foundation for our family to grow on, but things hadn’t gone quite like we had hoped: our house still wasn’t built, but we now owned not only the behemoth in front of me, but also a 1989 Coachman Classic RV.

Then, as if a sign from above saying “let’s get this show on the road” we received a letter from our landlord informing us that they were selling the house and we had sixty days to move.  Awesome.  Up until that moment I was convinced that the bus and the RV were a mistake and a good learning experience.  Now they both seemed like predestination.  Why sign another lease and pay rent when we could move out to the land in a ramshackle ensemble of motor vehicles and plywood?

So here we are: cleaning, prepping, painting, packing – getting ready for one heck of an adventure!

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