Even though our home moves we usually stay put for at least a few weeks at a time.
Our last move was ten days ago. Today we moved again, this time into Albuquerque for a couple of days.
Yesterday, down in San Antonio, it was quite warm. We had the air conditioner going most of the day. This evening, it's nice and cool, perfect for having the windows open, with a lovely breeze wafting through the rig. Now and then, there's a bit of thunder and lightning, but nothing frightening.
It's so pleasant I can't begin to describe it.
What I'm really trying to evoke (poorly I fear) is the wonder of moving and still having my home around me. I love knowing it's my own kitchen, my own bathroom and especially my own bed, but still the feeling the excitement of different surroundings outside the rig. When I look outside, it's a completely new view and when we go into town tomorrow, it will be a whole new place to be and explore.
Yet when we come home, even though the surroundings are different, home is always here. Comfortable and cozy and just as we love it.
It's a wonderful thing that I wanted to write about while the thoughts were fresh in my mind. I know I'm not describing it fully, but it is probably my favorite thing about RVing.