Anyway, we both agreed that a driving passion in one's life adds much fulfillment to our days spent away from work. She's embarking on her first book, and I of course, have taken upon the task of building an entire house in 92 square feet - nutty. But we're both excited about the potential. She's already filling up her notebook with one-pot campfire meals, and today I reminded her of the small propane oven made by Brinkman that could accommodate her Sunday morning scones, quite nicely. We clinked our glasses in honor of good times ahead.
We spent the weekend in collaboration, as the seeds of the Roving Home have finally begun to bear fruit. My application of blue tape on the interior walls of the van brought the vision to life.
Prior to that, I'd often watch as her eyes would glaze over while I espoused the merits of AGM batteries and MPPT solar charge controllers.
But now, our exchange was lively. We analyzed and contemplated where this and that will go in order to appease each of our individual desires -- as if you can have any sort of individuality in such small living quarters.
I spent most of the weekend simply translating my perfect world vision into the reality of what I have to work with. As I began to tape off the walls and partitions, the oversights became glaringly clear.