We left Rhode Island late in November, bound for sunny Florida. Our plan included about five quick stops, between the impending cold of the Northeast and warm air of Florida. Our first destination, New York City. The drive into NYC was gnarly, yet once we landed, the insanity, the spirit, and possibly our love for pizza, bamboozled our almost a year in the making, winter plans.
Pounding away at work projects in our new bus ‘office’ then hitting the city for street food, instagraming, and the glorious madness of the holiday festivities was an enticing mix. Then on the eve of our last night in NYC, a magical window of clarity revealed itself to us.
Leaning against a bar somewhere in Manhattan, with an old friend, several pints of Guinness and the last train home far gone by now, we realized that leaving here; the bar, the city, the crazy roads, the lights, the cold… wasn’t in our hearts.
Really? Spend the winter in the frigid Northeast, instead of warm, sunny, Florida? The idea arose and didn’t fall. Are we drunk? Chatter of freezing pipes, sleet, snow, rain, and turd-cicles forming in our black tanks– logic’s desperate attempt to fool us.
What are we saying here? Let’s sleep on it.
These limitless boundaries haven’t been without difficulty. Most of the time it’s as though a black hole opens up and swallows us, our camper, and our best intentions… entirely. This time though, our ability to go anywhere didn’t choke the moment.
So, here we are, weeks later happily nestled for the winter between Philadelphia and NYC, at an RV park in Clarksboro, New Jersey. So, New Jersey? A place we never imagined ourselves spending the winter, until last week. Our plates are full, our options exciting and our pipes well insulated.
To each of you, wherever you choose to spend your winter, we hope your CHEERS are the beginning of something unexpected.