Solo RV life | 2025 Recap

One year ago today I woke up a different person. I was not sure if I was ready to embark on a different life. I had no choice. I was a widow.

I miss Wolf every single day. I am not one to dwell on what I cannot change. I wasted too much life stressing over the past years. I don’t do that anymore. Life is meant to be lived.

This past year I have rediscovered myself.  I have done things I don’t normally do. I am learning how to do things by myself. And how to do it as one person. One thing is for certain, I will never experience a relationship or the love that we shared.  I’ve come to that point in my life and I’ve realized I don’t want to.

I am embracing the life I want to live.  And it’s all about me. There is no room for another person.

Doing what I want. When I want. The way that I want. How I want, and if I decide I don’t want to… I have no one to explain it to because it’s just me. And I absolutely love that. This is the first time in my entire life that I have actually been alone. Every decision I make is based on me.

The last time I blogged for you in August I was heading to a rodeo. Well, I have to tell you I did go, and I had a blast!

While I was in Kanab, Utah I realized I was close to Page, Arizona. So I took a little side trip and went to view the famous Horseshoe Bend. I walked the half mile to the viewing point. Snapped a few photos, and then I came home. 

I took my minivan and car camped. No motorhome and no dogs. I enjoyed it.

I intended to go home get the motorhome and the dogs and come back to the area. I wanted to get out on the road. However, life had another plan.

My little Lightning Bug had dislocated her knee. I took her to the vet, X-rays, and pain meds. She needed to be confined and rest.

THEN, the driver’s window in the minivan fell into the door for the 3rd time. (It’s an annual thing.) Plastic clips and the blazing heat of the desert summers it happens every year. THEN, I needed to drive the motorhome since it had been sitting for 5 months. I pulled out the sunshades and started my drive. I get to the end of my street look to the right and notice a moon crack in the windshield in the corner. So, travel plans were canceled.

You just have to go with the flow. No point in getting stressed about it. Do what needs to be done. Plans can change and it’s okay.

I kept Lightning confined by putting up the dog fence in my bedroom to keep her from roaming around the tiled house. When she needed to go outside I carried her to and from outdoors to her little area. Plus it kept the bigger dogs away from her. She started doing better but I still keep her at minimal movement. At 14 years of age, the vet said there was nothing we could do. They don’t recover from the surgery as well as a younger dog.  The vet’s advice was to limit her activity to a minimum and keep her on pain meds. I did feel that in the motorhome it would be easier for my little bug. It’s carpeted and has rugs in the kitchen area. The pain meds make her tummy queasy, so I only give them to her when she’s had an active day like traveling or car rides back and forth to Vegas. She’s doing well and has become accustomed to me picking her up to go out and into the motorhome. Some strong negotiations are happening with her time on the couch though. She is not happy having to spend more time in her floor beds. She prefers her couch bed. I have ordered a soft-sided kennel to put on the dinette seat. This way I don’t have to worry about her jumping down when my back is turned. I’ll let you know next time how it works out.

October rolled around and Momma needed to go. I packed up my studio house on wheels, loaded up the dogs, and headed to the low desert to my winter spot. It was still hot, in the high 90s, but I was anxious to be in my own space.

Not a lot of our usual snowbirds had arrived yet when I got here. The park was empty and quiet.

I took this time to be in my own space.

Breaking the normal routine cycle for two is not easy.  Over the summer while I was in Utah, I didn’t really do any rearranging. A lot of Wolf’s stuff was still in the places he kept them. When I washed the bedding I made the bed just as I did before with the good sheets. The kitchen table, the cabinets, and the closet were all as they had been for the last two years that we as a couple lived in it.

I am slowly working my way through my little home making it a place for a gal and her dogs. I refer to my tiny home as a memory box. It is filled with trinkets from our travels. Pictures and stickers clutter my fridge. (It’s not magnetic). Tote bags from Huntington Beach, CA, where I keep dog sweaters and jackets. One from Flagstaff, Route 66 I reused as a pillow cover. My coffee cup is from Laguna Beach. Coffee cups from Crater Lake, OR and Hawaii house my colored pens. A wooden sign that says “Good time great adventures” I bought in Klamath Falls, OR. Every gadget that litters the nooks and crannies is something from our/my travels. Of course, glitter and flowers are involved. I am not ashamed to admit I love things that sparkle and pretty fake flowers make me smile.

I don’t know what the new year will bring. Adventures are planned. I am excited and scared. That “can you do this alone” voice creeps in a lot. In the scheme of things of course, I can. I can do this. I’ll take it slow, and embrace the journey.

Until next time, all the best. Happy and safe travels.

♥️ Thank you for taking the time to read and follow along. I appreciate YOU!