A month ago, we were kickin’ back in a nice hotel in Fargo, ND for our last night on the road to our new home and town. A month already!
Interesting how quickly one acclimates to not living in an RV. There were a few times at first when taking a shower or at the kitchen sink, I’d have the fleeting thought, “Hmmm, maybe I better empty the tank.” Crazy, eh?
Transitioning from one lifestyle to another, any lifestyle, combined with making a life in a new town can leave one with a sense of displacement, if you will. Thankfully, I’m not suffering from that feeling. I do know there are friends in Texas I will never see again, and that tugs at my heart.
I seem to have the ability to make wherever I am feel like home. Perhaps it’s being exposed to the RV life beginning as a babe in arms. Perhaps it’s having relocated several times during my adult years. Heck, perhaps I’m good at “nesting.” Perhaps wherever Dave and I am together, that’s home.
Tomorrow will be a month since our arrival, and it seems in some ways as if we’ve been here for years. Doesn’t feel strange at all. College Station was bewildering to me with so much traffic, so many businesses, endless buildings one after another … I hated going anywhere and, therefore, ventured out only when necessary.
I towed our rig all over the country and loved it, but going out in a bigger city … no thanks.
Here is completely different. Landmarks are readily available. Streets are laid out logically. There’s not so much traffic that you can’t see around you. You get the idea.
Back to nesting …
Front section of living room
The basics are in the living room, along with 3 bicycles that aren’t in the photo. There’s some things still on the floor, awaiting acquisition of another bookcase/cabinet/whatever. My hoop drums are in those bags; the drums will be hung on the walls, but just not sure where yet. The bikes … well, the bikes will have to stay where they are until we get a garage. We have the basics for now, and it’s rather cozy. Area rug, perhaps a small sofa or loveseat at some point, some type of bookcase/cabinet, hanging pictures/whatever for that loooong wall the living room to the right in the photo … those things will come.
Took my first walk a few days ago, along the road that we see from our porch. That’s the hospital in the distance on the right, including the medivac chopper that just took off. It has an excellent sidewalk; up and down 2.5 times and I’ve logged my 2 miles. Not much traffic, and I walk right by the hospital in case I were to keel over for some reason. Ha! Quite a few folks have the same idea, as this is a popular walking route.
Last Wednesday (our “Sunday”), we ventured forth to Mi Rancho, the (only) Mexican restaurant in town. I hear you asking, “What? You went to eat Mexican food in Minnesota??“ I know, I know. I, too, was skeptical. Extremely skeptical. They boast as serving “authentic” Mexican food. Yeah, right.
All I can say is …
OH MY GOD.
This Texas gal had some of the best Mexican food she’s put a fork to! Not exactly Tex-Mex, but leaning more towards the “authentic.” I’ve had both, living throughout Texas, including El Paso, where I’ve enjoyed meals over the Juarez, albeit years ago. I was totally surprised. Cute décor, clean establishment, warm chips, excellent service, and food served on a “don’t touch it, it’s hot” plate at a decent price, especially when you have leftovers for a meal the next day. We both gave it thumbs up, and we’ll go back.
Yeah, blew my mind, too. Minnesota, of all places. Northern Minnesota, at that.
We’re coming up on our weekend starting tomorrow with no concrete plans, although I do have a few errands to run sometime during our two days off. The weather is looking good with highs in the mid to lower 60s, so I imagine Dave will get in some bike time. We’re sure enjoying the relief of being out of the heat of Texas!
Thanks for stopping by! Be safe out there, okay?
“It has come to me through the bushes that you are not yet all united; take time and become united.” – Big Bear