What goes around comes around?

My mother used to say (and still does), “What goes around, comes around.” It’s true. Almost 45 years ago, I was married to my first husband while we were still in college. Student-poor, we applied to live in married housing at Indiana University. We were assigned the least expensive housing—a tiny 8 x 28 foot green trailer. It was so small that when I was lying in the double bed, I could touch both walls! But the rent was reasonable—as I recall, only $49 a month, utilities included.

A lifetime later, here I am in a green motorhome! Only this time, as my current (and last) husband reminded me, our home is 8 ½ x 38 feet, plus a slide that expands the living area! Another difference: Instead of $49 a month (utilities included), when we paid for our “utilities” (diesel fuel) this morning, the fill up cost $228! (We found diesel at $3.99 a gallon. Our tank holds 90 gallons; I think we had to purchase around 70.)

I’m getting more comfortable traveling in this fiberglass box. Jim is becoming quite adept at driving it. But don’t look for me to be behind the wheel.

We left Orlando not sure where we would go. We started to head toward the coast, but decided on the spur on the moment to head toward Lake Astor, at the edge of a state forest where bear-crossing signs abound. The campground is on the St. Johns River, not far from where we rented a houseboat for our honeymoon almost seven years ago. It’s quiet, and we even went fishing. We didn’t catch anything, but we did feed a few minnows.

Tomorrow it is back home. I think I am beginning to like this almost-retired life, and I’m looking forward to our next trip.

Until next time,