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“Every viewer is going to get a different thing.
That’s the thing about painting, photography, cinema”
David Lynch


A water colour painting?
Or an image ever fading?
The flowers once blooming
The watcher’s mind fueling
If you keep on viewing
The picture might be renewing
Something everlasting sustaining
Forever, in the frame maintaining

Letting Go of Home

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full-time rv living, rv travel, rving

For years I dreamed of travelling this fabulous continent with only a camper van and my best friend, (and hubby in case you are new to the blog) Q.  I was heavy into my career, building, growing, climbing that corporate ladder but as I sat in my office staring out the windows I would dream of being somewhere else.  I felt stifled, uninspired in my life.  I was successful but I felt empty inside like something was missing.

Snippets of the life I truly wanted were granted to me via holidays and vacations but once I returned to my life of commute, home, commute, I would quickly push those memories away so I wouldn’t be reminded I wasn’t where I was supposed to be.  With obligations growing I worked on, adding responsibilities to my job and knick knacks to my house.  Over time I would forget the feelings the vacations…

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