Happy Anniversary, Bambi.

24 months ago, I towed a 4,000 pound piece of machinery out of a parking lot. I had no experience towing anything and certainly not an Airstream Trailer. This dream of mine…roaming around the country in a travel trailer started one Christmas when I got an RV for my Barbie dolls. The RV symbolized freedom and adventure. These two concepts have haunted me throughout my life.

It wasn’t until decades later, sitting by my Dad’s side at the hospital, I learned that he and I shared the same dream. We had a sense of wanderlust: to drive across the United States in a self-contained vehicle complete with a bed, shower, stove, dinette. The destination was unimportant. The possibility of exploring the states and having your home right behind you was all that mattered.

Learning about my Dad’s dream gave me the courage to pursue my own. Within a few weeks of our conversation, I purchased a tow vehicle and found a used 2008 Airstream trailer. I picked up Bambi from Airstream Los Angeles, not knowing anything about towing, camping, RV-ing, trailer-ing. I didn’t know what was ahead of me…I just knew this was something I had to do.

For the first couple of months of owning Bambi, I conducted a series of bootcamps for myself so I could proficiently tow, set up, break down and back up. And once I felt comfortable, I asked my parents to join me on a trip to Mt. Shasta.

We had one more trip together to Lake Tahoe but toward the end of that year, I lost my Dad because his heart had failed him.

The day I drove off the Airstream dealership lot and through the streets of San Gabriel, California, I listened to the well articulated voice of the GPS system and eased onto the highway. I took a sharp turn onto the ramp and eventually gained speed. I looked into the rearview mirror but couldn’t see what was behind me. And in that moment, I didn’t care what was behind me. I was grateful about moving forward.

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  1. Oh my goodness! I’m so back logged on my blog readings. I’m going to post all my comments to all your previous blogs on your latest. ; ) First and foremost, I’m glad that you’re feeling better. I got the whooping cough in Miami and that was not fun at all. You’re so right, it leaves you so out of breath, that you think it’s going to be curtains for sure!

    When My family moved to NYC from San Juan, Puerto Rico, I was in third grade. I was fortunate that my parents had enrolled me in a Catholic school when I started Kindergarten and had to learn English whether I liked it or not, because the nuns only spoke English! So, when we moved, I had a little advantage in assimilating and grasping the language. I was definitely painfully shy. One thing for sure, I remember many of my classmates struggling in learning to speak English and I can understand your struggle as a child. But look at us now! Awesome!

    Moving to a new town, with all your support system more than car ride away is tough. I have been doing it since I was 21. When I joined the military, I experienced that same feeling every time. I got used to it. Don’t know how, but I did. So, happy to know that you’re making it and overcoming. Yon, you’re fabulously courageous, a genius and gorgeous as the cherry on top!

    Congratulations Bambi and Butters and to more Happy and Safe Trails!

    • Thank you so much Gris! 🙂 I appreciate you reading all of these posts. It truly means a lot to me. Even though we’ve never met in person, I feel like I have a support system in you. Thank you for sharing your stories…it makes me happy you can relate to the things I’ve experienced…this makes me think that we’re kindred spirits. xoxo

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