Posts in Season 2
Comforts Of Home

For the first time in months, at the end of July, we had time to enjoy reading. We set up our lounge chairs and put our feet up. There was still too much stuff in the trailer and truck, but we enjoyed that first taste of freedom reading as long as we could.

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Full-Time Creators

By mid-August, we had a better idea of what our monthly spending would be. To be looking back today, every month has been different. It was a false sense of comfort, an unrealistic view of what we could spend each month with a budget based on what we had spent while we had a house and a static lifestyle.

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Choose Less Live More

Decisions about finances, about where we wanted to live, where we could travel, what work we wanted to do, these were all made before we left our home in Sooke and moved into the Coffee House. That didn't mean we were stuck with those decisions, or that situations wouldn't change and we would wonder what to do next. We were choosing less to live more.

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Bird Cannons

We chose Oliver as our next destination; a small town, but lush with amazing landscapes. Most of the RV parks were full, but I found one place that was willing to give us a spot for two weeks. I didn’t realize it would be in an overflow area.

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Wind and Water

The campsite assigned to us in Osoyoos at Nk’Mip ("Nk'mip" is pronounced "in-ka-meep") was steps away from the lake. We set up the trailer on the edge of the beach, the wheels in the sand, then unpacked our chairs to enjoy a calm moment.

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Navigating South

Having routines but not watching our watches, just the movement of the sun and light of the day, that flow made us more productive. We looked back at how we had been trained to get up, go to work, make appointments, follow a schedule, and there didn’t seem to be anything we remembered but the passage of time in that past life. Now we could enjoy what was in front of us; lake life, travel, new experiences.

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How Far We Have Come

We felt like we’d been staring down that border for months when it had only been weeks. Gazing over the southern boundary of Osoyoos Lake, we knew it wasn’t going to look any different when we drove Hwy 97 into the United States. It would feel different.

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