Nine D's and a C~

Words. I think about words in this widowed life.

How can I, how do I, describe this widow life?

What word best describes this widow life?

It’s difficult to find that one word, isn’t it, because there are so damn many that apply, to this widow life.

Dislocated. Discombobulated (that’s my fave), disoriented, disengaged, disturbed, disconnected, disrupted, displaced, disorganized.

Clearly, I like words that begin with the letter D.

Also, one C word works well. Confused.

I’ve now traversed this country for roughly 1600 days. 4 and almost 1/2 years, driving in all directions, as my heart leads me.

Yes, it’s been amazing. I’ve met people I’d probably never have met if I weren’t out here.  Yesterday, here at the campground, where I’m workamping til Spring, a couple came in for the night, on their way somewhere else, and they had a T@b trailer like mine. Different color, of course, but, a T@b! Believe it or not, this was the first time I’d met another T@bber.  We immediately shared stories about how much time we’d each been on the road, and I told them it was 8 ½ for me, but 4 ½ on my own, since being widowed. As soon as I said the word widowed, their eyes lit up and Mike exclaimed You’re Alison from Happily Homeless is MoonStruck! You have the pink T@b!  Upon owning up to it, they hugged and hugged me and said they knew all about me and they’d followed my travels.  It was, yes, heartwarming.

In theory, since I live on the road, I’m camping, in that I live in my trailer and spend quite a bit of time outdoors. I don’t hike, though, I’ve never lit a campfire, and I’m not much interested in nature, honestly.

In many ways, I feel like an imposter. Also, mostly I tell people I don’t really know what the fuck I’m doing. Camping related wise especially. And no interest in learning otherwise.

Mostly I’m confused about everything. Who I am, where I belong, what I’m doing, what the fuck I’m doing living out on the road, towing a trailer, not knowing much about it until something goes wrong and then I just ask for help from whoever is around me.

Just…confused.

How is this my life? How have I managed to drive over 100,000 miles when my heart is so shattered and, again, when I really don’t know what I’m doing, emotionally, logistically…all of the words that end in ly.

I talk to people who camp, as opposed to whatever it is that I’m doing, and they talk about cooking dinner in their trailers, or over the campfire, and they do all kinds of cool and interesting shit and I think wow, I don’t have a clue about any of that!

I probably know more than I think I know, but my brain is so clusterfucked with widowhood, even as I’ve got total clarity about my Odyssey of Love, that mostly I just feel confused.

That confusion, though, and all the D words, don’t keep me from doing what I know I need to do. Not for one damn minute, not for one damn mile.

Suit up and show up and let the day unfold.  Insist upon, and make damn sure, that Love leads me, wherever it might take me. That’s all that matters.

Amidst all of the D words, and the one C word, I remind myself of those words from Chuck as soon as my eyes open each morning.

I will always hold these words from him close to my heart. Always~


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  • commented 2017-10-13 21:11:22 -0700
    Tired. I’m really tired.

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