I bought the wrong RV. To make a long story short, after having surgery to repair my fractured wrist, I decided to bite the bullet and have my never before seen, 2012 Airstream 23FB shipped from Texas to Washington. It arrived very quickly. I moved in and it only took a couple of days to realize I had made a huge mistake. My last post detailed my misadventure to Texas to pick up my new Airstream. It’s been such a long, awful winter but spring has arrived and things are slowly improving.
After I moved into the little Airstream I realized it was just too small and I began to get depressed. When you’re on the edge anyway that’s the last thing you need. Two weeks of sitting in a tiny tin can in the rain with one useless arm and a big, bored dog was all I could take. I knew it was not going to work and I had to make a change.
After weighing my options I soon decided it was a question of my happiness and emotional well-being rather than money.
There was only one thing to do. I started looking at larger Airstreams and found one right here in town. My sister-in-Law, Suzanna, and I drove over to take a look. It’s only three feet longer but what a difference that three feet makes. It’s also wider by 15′ so it feels so much more spacious inside.
After a lot of thought, I decided it was the one for me so I made an offer. This is a 2016 Flying Cloud 25FB used only five times by an older couple. It’s in beautiful shape and it’s darn near perfect for Murphy and me.
My dad and my nephew helped me bring it home last Wednesday and we moved in right away. I’m so much happier in this model. There are lots of windows and so much light even on rainy days.
My wrist is healing well and I’m actually typing for the first time with both hands. I got my cast off last Thursday and started physical therapy. I’m wearing a brace when I’m out or doing something physical but I have my arm back and that’s a great thing.