I am currently living in Snow White’s forest. I don’t know what you could do to convince me that this statement isn’t entirely true. As I sit here typing, looking out the window of my motorhome, I’m seeing moss covered trees, moss covered ground (just like a LOT of freaking moss, guys), where I have been watching chipmunks, bunny rabbits, kittens, and all manner of birds hop through the woods these past few weeks. Despite the fact that we’re living in such a small space, I don’t feel like we’ve really settle in and fully claimed the space as our own yet. We’ve been incredibly busy and keeping our lives on a tight enough schedule that we haven’t taken the time to stare at any one wall and decide what we’d like to do with it, yet. So our home still looks mostly the way it did when we picked it up.
Even so, it does feel like home, and I couldn’t be happier to have this one spot settled as the place where I work all day. I spend a great portion of the day sitting in this dinette staring out at the green, watching the critters come and go, typing away at the stories I’ve been working on finishing. I don’t think there could be a better place to write.
At some point I am looking forward to making more of a mark on these walls. I have little plans made out for Serenity (yes, of course we named our motorhome Serenity! Browncoats for life!), like gluing my husband’s dinosaurs to the dashboard, hanging some things up on the walls, and finding all the hidey holes to stash our cargo. For now, I’m just basking in the magicalness of having a home, a place to work everyday, a little bit of serenity.