Hello California: We MADE it!

After EIGHT long days of driving and towing my new home, we made it to our destination!

Pismo Beach, California

To be (real) honest, I’d been thinking this would be some sort of great vacation. Sunshine, beach time, carefree and no worries. Blah blah blah. I should have known better. Besides the fact that the sunshine is hiding already in week two, it also hasn’t been quite the carefree and no worries I imagined, hoped and dreamed of. Between finding places to park my trailer and the steep learning curve of the rig, it’s been… interesting. I understood a lot of things from my exposure to my madre’s C class RV, but I’m quickly learning that I’m still quite a bit of a novice at a LOT of things.

Like backing up a trailer. Gulp.

Apparently the Central Coast RV parks REALLY like to have you back up. And they really like to maximize their patronage – ie my current park is more sardine can than the beautiful parks of the mountains along the east coast. To make up for the sardine can packing and the super tight turns, this park has a forklift to help people park the trailers into position. Helpful. Convenient. So I’m totally not knocking it. But I was in no way, no how going to to make that turn. Especially without hitting my new neighbor’s truck. So thank you boys, and your toys, for getting my rig perfectly into my spot. Hazel & I have a small area between the picnic table and my car to lounge… should be want to. But it’s cold. The weather leaves a lot to be desired. SO not the California I thought I was getting when I moved home.

While you can’t appreciate the sunset this week, we have had a few great moments of it last week. And there’s this cute little park just up the road from this parking spot. I run Hazel there to potty. Because another thing we’re learning about Cali RV parks: “Pet Friendly” only extends sooo far. As in your pet can be in the rig, but not alone (duh), and they can’t bark. They can’t pee on ANYTHING in the park. And they want you to pick up their poop, but for those jerks that don’t BYOBag they don’t have them…. Because that would be encouraging bad owners to pick it up. . . Alright I’ll get off my soap box

One of my favorite things about being home… Or at least about being west of PA: Starbucks on every corner is a thing. Goodbye Dunkin. Hello Starbucks everywhere. Hazel never has to go too far for her puppacino. But with her increasing lameness, we have to walk off those extra calories to help us get to our goal weights. 😬

But this week’s agenda is making #ReggietheRigJames feel like home. And I think we’re almost there

Between runs to Target, Trader Joe’s (not so much a fan… Missing me some Sprout’s or Whole Foods), Petco, and Walmart, we’ve maximized our little budget with some improvements to the trailer that makes it less hobo and more chic.

Even Firefly has found places to perch. AKA she wants to sneak a few nibbles of my ZZ plant. 🤨 But I’m glad she has adjusted to the much smaller way of life.

While we still have a long way to go to make Reggie work as a home on wheels, it’s a far cry from the boxes and boxes and boxes of STUFF we moved into this thing.

But the gang is all here. And we’re making due with where we’re at. Together. 🥰