26 feet is the length of the camper we are currently living in. Most of my life has been spent moving, no we are not gypsies but close. For 22 years my husband served in the Air Force. When we married, right out of high school, I thought he would do the 4 years and I’d stay home, go to school, and we’d settle down in my hometown. That was not written in the stars for me. So now, 20 moves later, we are in a camper looking for our “last” home. As we followed the “connect the dots” in our lives we have ended up here in Columbia, SC, temporarily in a campground. Like when we lived in Florida, we are not on vacation full time. Even the campground we are in isn’t a vacation resort. There is no swimming pool, no walking trails, or no group gatherings around a campfire at night roasting marshmallows and telling ghost stories. No this campground is a modern version of “Grapes of Wrath”. Workers are here for long term jobs, snow birds coming and going from north to south. I do see a few lifers, you can tell by the redwood decks they have added to their campers, little fences around them to keep their yapping dogs in and hanging baskets of ferns. The Campers come in all shapes and sizes. Some are really nice and large with their slide out rooms, their flip down grills on the outside and even flat screen TV’s so they can sit out in style. Other campers are small, and serve the purpose of a place to sleep when the day is over. Our temporary home is somewhere in the middle. Vic’s job has made us relocate here, so while he is at work I am “camper wife”. This is another reason why I started a blog, another way I can have a little conversation with others while we wait the finalization of sale of our North Carolina home. The little camper is quaint but serves us well thanks to some dear friends who loaned it to us and we are so grateful for that. We didn’t want to rent something and get stuck in a year lease and the thought of packing one more time made my stomach sour. I try to keep on a lose schedule to help pass the time. I get up, make our little bed up, take 8 steps to the bathroom, passing through the kitchen/ living area. I get dressed because by then my two wiener dogs are waiting at the door for their morning walk. Yes, you are required to have at least one yapping dog if you are camping. I grab the much needed poop bag because I’m a responsible dog owner and you never know who might be watching if you don’t. We get back, I make a little breakfast. Vic leaves very early for work and I usually sleep in; I have a hard time sleeping at night. I get on the computer and check in on FB, watch TV and keep my day busy with Find a Word and Words with Friends. I watch the daily goings of the campsite. I watch campers come in and I watch campers go out. I watch others walk their dogs and wonder what brings them here, thinking there are most certainly some stories here to add to my collection.