I was so unbelievably depressed last night. It rained all day and it was cold and my battery kept dying (which is a cardinal sin in full-timing) so I didn’t get a lot of heat. Luckily the dogs slept with me and kept me so warm I didn’t need the half of my blanket they stole from me.
The kids were actually quiet most of the day. They were in their RV. I relaxed all day. I read a book and flopped around in my pajamas.
Then the other neighbor came. The one that left his camper at the site all week, even though he wasn’t using it. Rude. Well, he turned on some outside light, but it was like a bare light bulb and left it on all day/night. It was shining right into my RV. Then, in the middle of the night, I wake up because he has backed up his car and the music is playing (not for too long) and the tail lights are shining right into my room. There was also the chunk of the afternoon where the kids were running around outside and yelling and the two neighbors were behind my RV talking. I wouldn’t care so much, but it seemed to foreshadow my whole weekend.
So, I can’t sleep. I’m cold, I’m irritable. The last thing I want is to deal with rude people in close proximity to me for 3 days. I went to the back woods of Florida for a reason. Not to mention, every piece of electronic I own is dead so I can’t even read myself to sleep. I can’t turn on a light to read a paper book because the battery is dead.
Earlier in the day I was feeling pretty smug that I had didn’t seem to need solar panels or a generator.
Now, I could have gone out in the cold rain and put my generator on and started it up before 10 pm, but did you read the part about the cold rain?
So I laid there and stewed for awhile in my warm grumpy bed.
If only I had bought the small RV I could park in a regular spot. If only I had gone to Arizona. If only someone was with me. If only Beasley would get off the covers.
The real question was, do I stay here all weekend or do I get up and move on?
I knew I had another week and a half of free parking. It’s not like I couldn’t deal with the too close, too loud neighbors. I’m a big girl and I’ve had enough neighbors to handle it, at least with gritted teeth.
But this isn’t my ultra cool, ultra fun adventure I’ve been dreaming about for years.
What’s a girl to do?