Today started with a bit of angst.  I did the usually counting of days upon waking.  2 days;  I’ve got 2 return the rental car in 2 days. I had a long talk with Will about the power of Mind – setting your intention 4 the day “What would u have me do?  Where would u have me go?  What would u have me say and 2 whom?” – and the reason why I haven’t found what I want is because I don’t know what I want.  I agree.  And God bless all those close 2 me that r helping me and listening 2 me get there.  But I also know that the Universe has a way of showing me what I want.  I drive 2 look at the vintage camper.  It’s super cute, proper oven, little curtains, no shower.  I do really like it but I’m not sure.  The seller said, “It’s gotta speak 2 u.”  I leave it and decide 2 stop at a really nice place 4 lunch.  I’m gonna splurge cos 2day, my  check clears.  I’m rich, at least the richest I’ve ever been.

I talk 2 Karen and say, “I just really want a shower.  I take at least 2 a day.  I’m a water sign.  Maybe a mermaid.  And I don’t want 2 have schlep through a campground with all my girl stuff.  I don’t think I should have 2 compromise that.  Plus, there r just some things that remind me of the house and how much I loved living there and the bathroom was one of them.”  “I don’t think u should have 2 compromise that either!”  she joins me.

I have a lovely lunch during which my laptop dies in the middle of me scouring Craigslist.  Great.  So I go 2 Google on my phone and decide 2 just go 2 a dealership.  On my way 2 that dealership I c a sign 4 another dealership “Lazy Days” hmmmm, I like the sound of it.  There’s a huge sliding door and it says “Your journey starts here” and I think 2 myself “maybe they’re right.”  I walk in and it’s huge.  I’m questioning if it’s the place 4 me as I get coffee and a cookie.  And then I feel this power surge in me.  I think 2 myself, “Oooo, I like this feeling….THIS is what it’s really about.”

I come out of the bathroom and I c a guy who looks like how my dad would look if he were still in a body and not in a wheelchair waiting at the front.  After we do introductions I say, “Michael was my dad’s name.”  “Oh yeah?” he says, “Jennifer is my daughter’s name.”  And on that, I decide 2 stay.  We look at all 4 options in my price range and I don’t really like any of them.  All the bathrooms suck and they all feel like campers, not homes.  Maybe I should lower my standards.  As we’re going back 2 the office we c one that isn’t in a spot, it’s just out there, in the middle.  We pull over 2 look at it.  “U check the inside, I’ll check the stats,” he says.  I go in2 the bathroom – I LOVE it!  Proper fridge, it’s more like a home and less like I’m camping.  I squeal in delight.  “Nice shower?” he asks, knowingly.  It’s a lot more expensive than what we were going 4.  As we ride back he asks what he needs 2 do 2 get me in2 it.  “Get it under $20,000” I say.  “Alrighty,” he replies.  He goes 2 talk 2 his manager and I c he’s got a dish of purple wrapped dark chocolate Kisses (that’s my color, that’s my kind of chocolate) with one Andes mint (Gavin’s fav), like a leaf on a cluster of grapes.  I smile 2 myself.  And I marvel at where I find myself.  I’ve been gone 4 eight days.  Feels like an eternity.

He comes back and slides a piece of paper with a price on it: $15,866.  WOW.  “U didn’t have 2 get it that much below $20,000” I say.  “Merry Christmas,” he says.  As he draws up the paperwork 4 my deposit, I look over the map of the U.S. hanging on his wall.  Oh, The Places You’ll Go from Dr. Seuss comes 2 mind.  “Some call it a fear of commitment,” I say, “I call it being a free spirit” “I’m so glad you’re doing it when you’re young,” he says, “so u can really enjoy it.  And u r making a commitment.”  That’s true.  A commitment 2 going anywhere and letting anything happen.  A commitment 2 trust and 2 guidance.  The guy at the farm I was gleaning at asked me what I wanted “2 B free, 2 B warm, and 2 B helpful,” was what came out of my mouth.  I’m very committed 2 that.

He wants me 2 get it delivered and I’m insisting I can come pick it up.  With what, I don’t know yet.   He offers 2 waive the delivery charge and says that when I open up the outside storage compartment I’ll find a hitch and I don’t know where it came from.  Double WOW.  As we ride the golf cart back over 2 put the Sold sign in it, I tell him how I gave the stuff filling my house away because I was wondering, hoping that if I did then what I needed would come 2 me and we could cut out this whole money middle man.  He totally gets it; calls it ‘cosmic justice.’  What beautiful words 2 describe it.  Of course he’s my salesman.

I’m back at the ranch and excitedly sharing the story with Trinity and Will.  I celebrate for awhile and then start looking for a truck while talking to Karen.  “Do you think it’s too much to ask to have one with a sunroof?” I ask her.  She joins me with “Not at all!”