I remember when I was 4th or 5th grade I got to go on a week-long school trip to camp K.E.E.P. This was a big deal. A rite of passage. It was a nature camp that kids who lived in my area of California got to go on. For those that know the area it’s by Moro Bay and Pismo beach. Anyways I have a very clear memory of a nature hike we took to the beach. We where going through this sand dunes and when we crested them there was the beach. This part of the beach was national park so there was no one else there. Our councilors told us we could run down the dune to the beach if we wanted to. And that’s exactly what we did.
It was exhilarating. I was convinced that I had never ran that fast before. It seemed my stride covered a mile at a time. (I was 11 and prone to exaggeration.) But as I started to approach the end of the sandy slop and the rocky beach loomed massive in my view I realized I no longer had control of my feet. They were still doing their job but neither I nor them had any clue on how to slow down. Time seems to dilate at times like these. I knew that if I tried to stop I’d lose it and go tumbling to my death. (I had a flair for the dramatic also.) That’s when I heard one of the counselors yell. “Don’t stop! Keep running!” I listened and was amazed at how my feet managed to keep me up right and not get into a fight with each other as the slop shifted to the level ground. I ran another yard or so before I felt I could slow down. Managing to stop breathing heavy, smiling from ear to ear, and looking at the raging waves in front of us.
That was a lesson I learned well. When your running and things seems to be moving faster than anticipated don’t fight it. Lean back keep your balance and run it out. Your feet know their job. That’s how I feel right now. Like I’m sprinting downhill. This is good because I can’t wait for what’s at the bottom. But boy are things picking up speed. Tomorrow the lovely Red, is going to the dealership and giving them the check from the bank for our 5th Wheel, A Forest River Wildwood 33BHOK. Friday the 5th wheel hitch will be installed in the bed of the truck and Saturday I go and pick the trailer up for its maiden voyage. Then there is only the culling of stuff and the packing left to do. Our launch date is mid July. And it feels like we only recently decided to chase this dream.
I’m amazed at how fast this is all coming together. And at the same time reassured. Things only work like this when it’s the natural progression. So if you here a boyish yell of exhilaration, with only a slight hit of fear that I might forget how to operate my feet, don’t worry that’s just me. And I’m loving every second of it..
As I start to really embrace my role as the major domo on our new adventure I realize I don’t actually have a clue as to what we’re doing. And I’m not sure I’ll figure it out in time. I mean I’m pretty sure we have all the big things covered. Red thinks she’s found a recruiter she can trust and that she likes, we’ll have the 5th wheel secured by the end of this week, we’ve got a brand new truck for our tow vehicle, and everything is looking like it’s falling in step with our plan.
But… what don’t we know? What are we going to find on the road? Do we really know what to expect at an RV park? How can I help her if she catches a lot of static from CA Union nurses? What rookie mistakes are we going to make and how can we minimize their effects? This list keeps going. However, it all circles back to the same driving thought in my mind, how can I ensure that this adventure is the best it can be for Red. This wonderful woman who pulled me from the very pit of despair and gave me a life that surpassed my dimly lit dreams? This is my chance to help her realize a dream she’s had since she graduated nursing school.
Please Lord let me do this right.
And for the rest of you . Any and all advice on everything will be greatly appreciated.
Overwhelmed… Yup I’m going to go with that. I mean excited works too, but that only tickles at the surface of the emotions I’m feeling right now. I feel a bit like a pot that is just about to start a rolling boil. I can see the signs of activity but it all looks pretty calm… but any second and I’ll just be a flurry of emotions. (Hmmm I’ll get better at the analogies I promise.)
But introductions first I guess! I’m David and this blog is going to be my place to chronicle the adventures of being the lucky husband of an amazing woman, I’ll call Red, who is an amazing RN with a decade of ICU experience, as we embark on the adventure of travel nursing.
And now back to the boiling pot!
We are currently past the “Hey this could be fun” stage and have entered the “Okay we’re doing this! How the hell are we going to do this!” As I write this our financing for the 5th wheel trailer we’re going to buy is in the air, we’ve only just now found a recruiter Red likes, we have the monumental task of culling a three bedroom apartment down to fit inside of a 32 foot 5th wheel, a trip to pick up my kids in California fast approaching, and we’re still waiting for a part to get the actual hitch installed into the truck!
The heating element on the burner is RED!
But! Then we breath… we’ve got this. We know the financing will work. The money is set aside for the hitch. The trip to get the kids will be a mini vacation, and possible maiden voyage of the trailer. And we are actually really looking forward to downsizing. WE’VE GOT THIS! And I get to be the man who has helped make my wonderful wife’s dream come true.
I’m a truly fortunate man.