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Six Things I Love About Living in an RV

I was on the phone a couple days ago with my friend Hayden. After hearing about my plan to continue up to San Francisco, he predicted that within a year I would be living "somewhere posh". I doubt it. I really just love living in this RV, and can't imagine circumstances that would make me move out (famous last words). There are certainly upgrades I'd like to do (more solar, more batteries, more water capacity), but for now I have no inclination to move out.

Why do I love it so much? What makes me so willing to give up things like adequate floor space for a trash can? Here are six of my favorite things about living in an RV.

Moving becomes easy. As I skateboarded over to my favorite Ethiopian restaurant (Rahel on Fairfax), I realized that I am basically a Los Angeles resident. Not for tax purposes, of course, but I feel the same as when I lived here a few years ago. Visiting somewhere, complete with sightseeing, hotels, and rental cars, feels different than living somewhere. I may only plan on being here for a few weeks, but I feel like a resident.

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Next week, one of my wife's best friends is getting married in Arkansas.

Obviously, my wife is incredibly psyched to attend, but since we live in Southern California, it's not exactly a day trip. Therefore, we had to make some decisions as far as who could go and for how long. We balanced factors like ticket expense, taking the kids out of school, me getting time off work, and the fact that I just got home after being gone for most of the year, so I didn't feel like waving goodbye to my entire family again. In the end, we decided on a compromise. My wife and Princess will fly out for the wedding while I take a few days of leave and stay home with Little Dude.

In other words, for a few short days, I'm going to realize my dream of being a stay-at-home dad!

I wouldn't say that this prospect necessarily terrifies me, but it is certainly daunting. Keep in mind that I've only been home for a short bit after being gone since last November. Finding the right utensil in the kitchen is nearly impossible. I'm still likely to walk into the laundry room when I have to use the bathroom. Whenever I pick our son up from pre-school, I still have to reference an old text from my wife because I can't remember the code to get through the door. This should be easier because the code is based off our home phone number, but...I have no idea what our home phone number is.

On the positive side, I'm a relatively resourceful guy, and I'm pretty sure my wife is going to write the entire schedule for the time she's gone on an index card and then staple it to my shirt. The biggest advantage that I have is that Little Dude is actually extremely smart and knows all of this stuff better than I do anyway, so I'll just ask him.

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