🌲 A Trial Run, A Tender Reminder

Josh and I decided to take the RV out for a short weekend escape—a gentle test before our big journey planned for the end of June. Ever since it rolled into North Carolina, carrying the dust and memories of New Mexico, we’ve been slowly breathing new life into it. Each scrub, each repair, each cozy touch felt like a conversation with the past. It wasn’t just about making it road-ready—it was about honoring the spirit it carried.

🚐 The Road Home: A Story of Inheritance, Grief, and the Spirit of My Aunt

The Class C RV had been parked behind the five-room motor lodge in Des Moines, New Mexico for years, its paint faded by sun and snow, its tires resting in the dust of a life that never quite hit the road. It was bought brand new in 2015 by my aunt’s cousin, but it was my Aunt who saw its true potential. She had dreams of traveling the country in it—of waking up to new skylines and chasing sunsets across state lines. But instead, the RV became a quiet fixture behind her motel, a shelter during snowstorms, a guest room for stranded travelers, and a symbol of the life she built in that small town.