My last post detailed my misadventure to Texas to pick up my Airstream. After having surgery to repair my fractured wrist I decided to bite the bullet and have it shipped from Texas to Washington. To make a long story short, it arrived very quickly. I moved in and quickly realized I had made a huge, tiny mistake. It was just too small and I began to get depressed. When you're on the edge anyway that's the last thing you need. Two weeks of sitting in a tiny tin can in the rain with one arm useless and a big, bored dog was two weeks too many. I knew it was not going to work.
I began to weigh my options and soon decided it was a question of my happiness and emotional and physical well being rather than money.
I started looking at larger Airstreams and found one I wanted to see right here in town. My sister-in-law, Suzanna and I drove over to take a look. It's only three feet longer but what an incredible difference that three feet makes. It's also wider by 15" so it feels so much more spacious.
I thought and pondered and finally decided it was the one for me so I made an offer. This is a 2016 Flying Cloud 25 FB used only five times by an older couple. It's in beautiful shape and it's darn near perfect for Murphy and me.
|He's on my bed. He has one too!|
My dad and my nephew helped me bring it home last Wednesday and we started moving in right away. I'm so much happier in here. There are tons of windows and so much light even on rainy days. We are still getting settled and organized but wow what a relief.
|He can see out all the windows and loves it.|
My wrist is healing well and I'm actually typing for the first time with both hands. I got my cast off last Thursday and started physical therapy. I'm wearing a brace when I'm out or doing something physical but I have my arm back and that's a great thing.