A blogger who travels
A few weeks ago, Pat and I met another "young" couple traveling across the US, in an RV, while we were in Palm Dessert, California. Rachel and Bryan. Rachel is a travel blogger, and Ryan works from home.
I was interested to meet someone doing the same sort of thing.
We invited them to have dinner with us, thinking it wouldn't be weird.
Naturally, everyone who RV's full time has to have some kind of story. But when Rachel was talking about herself, her tone was as if she was reading off a recipe. A recipe describing how to make lasagna.
To her credit, she did know a lot about the interstate system and good places to camp at.
After about an hour with of cringey casual conversation, it was time to part ways. Forever.
It was at that moment, I knew I was not a travel blogger. I am a blogger who travels.
I want too see the world.
Before I was fired, I would distract myself with the bullshit of life. I never stopped and asked myself, "Am I happy?."
I realized I needed to make some changes. In the last two years, I started cutting out less meaningful relationship and obligations. And putting energy towards mutual friendships.
One of the hardest relationship I had to cut out was my little sister who is two years younger than me.
We grew up together. Even shared a room. She has always been spoiled (youngest child syndrome) but she has a lot of potential to be amazing.
A perfect example of our sisterly relationship;
My little sister joined cross country her freshman year of high school (my junior year). A large reason she joined was because she was faster than me and could beat me in a race. But there's more to her than meets the eye.
She also joined cross country because she knew I would be there for her. And that she would have someone to talk to.
It was always a competition with her. As we grew older, the stakes got hire. It was no longer a fun race. The competition became the game of life.
My sister is tall, beautiful, confident, and one of the most loving people in the world. But she isn't sure who she is.
I want the best for my sister but she isn't my responsibility. I am not apologizing for my choices in life. I am happy with who I am and who my husband is and our relationship.
The other "young" RV couple weren't happy to be together, but they needed each other to be happy. From what I have seen, there are a lot of people in unhappy relationships but don't change.
Pat isn't religious and is 24 years older than me.
*Scandalous*
He is the best thing that has ever happened to me because he made me believe I could do anything and be myself doing it.
Until the next post!
Cheri
ps. I miss you
