I was fully ready to hate my first solo RV trip, but did not hate it
Soooo, some context. I'm not someone who grew up camping. My idea of roughing it is a hotel without a pool. I rent RVs a few times a year mostly because my friends convinced me once and now Bruno basically demands it, but I always go with people.
last month I did my first solo trip. just me, Bruno, and a rental I definitely booked before I fully thought it through.
The first night I pulled into a campground in the middle of nowhere Florida, completely fumbled the leveling situation, ate cereal for dinner because I forgot real food, and genuinely considered just driving home.
but then Bruno jumped up on the bed, took up his usual 70% of it, and just... looked at me like everything was completely normal.. and something about that was very settling honestly.
by day three I had a routine. Coffee first, walk Bruno around the campground, chat with whoever was outside. met a retired couple on day two who gave me unsolicited but genuinely useful advice about my awning. met a solo woman on day three who'd been full-timing for four years and made it look effortless.
I came home a different person about this. Still not buying an RV tomorrow but the "maybe someday" got a lot louder.
Has anyone else had a trip that just quietly changed their mind about something?