Life in a parking lot

Well, here we are.  The move is done and we are ensconced in our little home on wheels ..... and I like it.  Is that weird?  Is it normal to like living so .... cozy?  Will I suddenly wake up in a panic, overcome with claustrophobia, crying -- "What on EARTH were we thinking??"

...... Honestly, I don't know how I'll feel next week or next month.  I just know that right now, I like it.  Our kitchen is about six feet of space including the sink and all the appliances.  The bathroom is a hallway.   The "dining room" has two chairs.   And the bedroom and laundry room are one and the same.

I have figured out how to use the propane stove, turn on the TV, when not to use the microwave or AC, and how to flush.  I understand the tank levels and how to keep them friendly and cooperative.  The convection oven is next.  (Update - First batch of cookies turned out perfectly.  Check!)  I don't even mind "navy" showers (using minimal water).   And thankfully, the Husband is, as always, adept at most things technical and guy-like -- such as solar panels, hitches, batteries, stabilizers, chargers, etc. and patiently answers my questions of, "Can I turn this on?" or "Can I plug this in?" or "What's that noise?"   All in all, this is definitely not Kansas anymore.  And I like it.  Weird.  

The (sort of) downside is where our little home is parked.  We own a large shop/warehouse-type building and two thirds of it houses our manufacturing business, with the remaining third for our personal use.  Thankfully, this facility allows us to do what we're doing because it is where the Houston-Sized Heap resides, AKA the contents from our house.  Slowly, said Heap is being transformed from a mass of confusion to a semi-organized mass of confusion.  Whenever I can successfully find .... say.... our towels or a particular pan for cooking the spaghetti, it's a triumph.  It's a process of separating out what we REALLY need from that which can continue to occupy the Heap.  Bit by bit, we're getting there.  And frankly, without a shop like ours, I don't know how other full-time RVers do this.  But it's not exactly the mountain/canyon/ocean view we dreamed about.  Yet.

We are constantly asked where our first trip will be.  For the record:  

We don't know.  

We aren't even sure WHEN we can go yet.  Our "Must Do Before Traveling" list is gradually shrinking but there remain a few important items.   Like, for example, the Jeep is still not quite ready to be towed.  It's a bit of the ol' Two Steps Forward and One Step Back process.   Plus an unexpected medical annoyance must be dealt with before hitting the road.  I'll write about that later.  

In the meantime, the weather is improving and the motorcycle has been calling, so life is good.  The key, I have learned, is all about really liking the person with whom you are sharing your time and your space.  Even a very small space.  Even in a parking lot.