Photo Challenge: Wanderlust

via Photo Challenge: Wanderlust

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Okay so not the best picture ever but of course I had to write about this photo prompt and I couldn’t pick a photo so I just went with my most recent one. But I think it fits perfect, I took it as I drove and it’s just nothing but highway and clouds and the possibilities could be endless.

What can I say about wanderlust… basically I am trying to live life around that concept! Workamping lets you choose a destination and go. You get to live there for as long as the job lets you, or as long as you want in some places. You get to go to this new place and explore as much as you possibly can! Most workamping jobs are only part time, so you have plenty of time to go and explore the surrounding area but I have also seen full time jobs if that’s what you need! Some pay you cash, most give you a place to live in exchange for work, specially if all you need are hook ups for your rv/trailer, some give you a little of both.

And the jobs are everywhere!! I have seen jobs in like 49 out of the 50 USA states. And that’s probably cuz getting an rv/trailer to Hawaii might be hard haha. But I have also seen jobs for Canada and England and New Zeland and Australia. And I’m sure that there are other people in other countries doing the same thing!

So what I’m trying to say is that there is really just a plethora of jobs out there waiting for you. I am currently writing this on my iPhone at a rest stop somewhere in Idaho because two days ago it was our last day at our first workamping job, now we are on our way to Colorado to start our next one!

Despite all the crappy stuff I tend to focus on and rant about here on my blog, this way of life is truly amazing. I encourage everyone to try it,  let go of that comfort zone, buy an rv and go. I don’t know what’s gonna happen in my life or my relationship or what, but I know that at least for the next few years workamping is what I want to do.

 

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Everyone…

Who do I want my audience to be? Hmm… everyone? Except the people that know me? I mean I think most of my audience will be women. In an ideal world I will learn how to process my thoughts as I write them down and will be bale to actually have categories. Like when I blog about RV living vs when I rant about my bf, or if i make a general post updating about my life you know? That way I’ll have a different audience for each blog post in mind? Maybe that’s too much trouble. I just really lack the motivation.

I think this blog will be very personal. It’s easier to accept the praise/criticism of strangers than that of the people I consider close to me. Most the time I type thinking of a friend or two in mind, thinking how would I tell this story if I was texting this girl? Or if we where at coffee or something what would I say and stuff? And that’s how I write. Which is probably bad because it doesn’t always translate well on paper..

This was supposed to be Blogging University Day 4 I think, I don’t always have wifi so I will be making multiple posts when I do have wifi. I will post later on about Day 5.

Blogging University Day One

Today’s prompt is to post about myself, about my blog about why I’m here. Which I kinda already did, but I wanted help so I might as well do it again.

I have never been able to be honest with myself, even when i was in grade school/middle school and I kept a diary/journal.. I would lie to it, to myself. I would always think what if someone reads this, what if in the future they see this and they think less of me.. I would always enhance the truth a little or hide it. And someone was actually reading my journal, my mom. I hate that day, that’s a day I would like to ad lib about… Today I’m sure I sugar coat things a lot more than back then, because social media has made it so much easier to read things and to spy.. but despite that fear.. I really do want people to read what I have to say.

I have so many secrets. So many things that I have kept to myself because I know my parents wouldn’t approve or my friends wouldn’t understand, or because I know they are wrong. And I am afraid of judgement. In real life people describe me as sweet, cute, polite, well mannered, kind… but I don’t know if that’s really me or not. On the internet, I can write freely. No one has to know that it’s me. I have never posted my name, some pictures may be recognizable but I don’t know. I just feel safer on the internet.

I am dating a drug addict, when I met him he was clean, then he started using again then he got into an outpatient program and got clean for about 6 months. He had a car accident and since then, he hasn’t been sober for more than 3 days. That was in August of 2016, its practically may 2017.. that’s one whole year. And no one in real life knows.. I mean they might know some vague details. They might know he has an addiction but they don’t know how bad it actually is. They would drag me away. They would tell me how wrong it is, and I don’t want to hear it, because I know they are right, and no one wants to hear they are wrong.

We started living full time in a trailer on November 2016. Like I said I had already written vaguely about all this so if you want to read about that, you can read those posts. Once I learn to link them I will. Living in a trailer has been a hassle. We have all the luck, good and bad. We get into a lot of situations. It has also been amazing, and fun and I know that if we where to break up I would try to do all this on my own because I really do enjoy it. And I wish I could be a good writer and write blogs and vlogs about RV life, because it is amazing and I encourage everyone to do it.

A small part of me dreams of being a popular blogger, someone that people can relate to. I have so many stories, about my bf, about rv life, about being a woman, about being Mexican, about being an illegal, about finally getting a green card, the list goes on and on. The other part of me thinks I will get a couple of stories out, and then give up… I don’t know.  That’s what I want my blog to be about though. Me and life, with out any sugar.