Life — where it takes you and where it leaves you.

I currently live in a camper, see picture below.

In a campground with a man-made pond that has no outlet, and a grumpy old man that sits at the front gate to check my seasonal pass.

I have always had a plan, I’ve just always been the kind of person to know what happens next. I have plans A through Z just waiting to be executed.

I write down my monthly expenses and add up all the money I will need to spend, down to the penny.

I tell people my plans as if it sets it in stone and makes it factual.

I have recently learned, as I’m sure most 23 years olds do, life never goes the way you plan it. No matter how many times you write it on paper.

Maybe I was spoiled growing up, maybe because I never had to worry about what was happening next I became used to the schedules and the planning.

This past year, life has not gone the way I had planned. My mother laughed at me when I told her this and said “that’s life” which didn’t make me feel better.

But I can’t say that I’m too upset, it feels good to have no plan for once. I’ve gotten so used to being spontaneous and having no vision of my future that I’m actually comfortable in my non heated camper, even when winter is right around the corner.

I rolled over to look at my bearded boyfriend this morning and thought, maybe in ten years I’ll look back and laugh at the fact that rain came through the canvas on the pop-outs and soaked all our blankets. Or that the refrigerator freezes everything because we can’t figure out how to use it. Maybe I’ll smile at the fact that I had to get rid of almost all of my clothes to fit it in the tiny camper closet; that I have to walk to the shower across the campground because our water-holding tank is too small.

At least I hope I do, but at this point who knows where I’ll be in ten years.