Day 94: Living Tiny

On Day 94 of the Nowhere To Be Project we ran out of gas. I’m not speaking figuratively! We actually ran out of gas. Well, not so much me, but my husband (on his scooter). Luckily, we were just about a mile shy of our RV, so the push, pull and drag of his empty scooter wasn’t too treacherous. Even though he knew he needed gas, he decided to wait because we had groceries on board. On a tiny scooter, the gas tank is housed within the storage area. He was fearful that a fill up at the gas station might have spilled onto the food. That’s RV life, I guess. We’re living in a tiny, tiny space. Once parked, our only means of transportation are even tinier scooters.

For instance, we spent the day at a cute lakeside town in Michigan called Glen Arbor and I did a bit of shopping. When all was said and done, I had two small shopping bags of goodies that I WANTED and two grocery sacks of food that I actually NEEDED. Living tiny forces me to second-guess every single purchase because there is not an inch of extra space. If it isn’t absolutely necessary, I just can’t buy it (tell that that to the t-shirt and dress I bought today🙄). Prioritizing needs over wants is good because I’m learning just how little we actually need to live comfortably. It also requires me to be more creative by reworking the same garments into different looks and basic pantry staples into satisfying meals. The whole experience of living with less highlights the importance of treasuring life’s moments over possessions. Like right now, I’m sitting lakeside at our RV Park watching a mommy duck teach her brand-new ducklings how to swim. This moment is enriching my spirit in ways that the silly t-shirt I bought could never. Moments take up no space at all, yet satisfy the soul in ways that trinkets and doodads simply cannot.

Day 93: Life In 24 Hours

Day 93 of the Nowhere To Be Project marks the third day we’ve been on Lake Leelanau…and I mean on. Our RV is parked inches from the water and all local roads literally wind around the lake. I’ve kayaked each morning, scootered to and from the bustling shoreside towns and grilled by the beach each evening. It is a lovely time of year in this part of the world with one exception, Mayflies.

When we initially pulled in to the RV Park late on Wednesday evening, we noticed the clouds of flying pests. It was then that the park attendant educated us on the little beasts. They hatch at dusk on the lake. They do not bite (thank everything that is holy), but do attach themselves to anything light and bright. Their lifespan is a brief 24 hours and the annual hatching period runs for about a week. What timing, huh? I have never seen swarms of insects like this in my life. Each cloud must have tens of thousands of Mayflies!!! Thankfully, they are mostly gone by morning.

The Mayflies got me thinking about life. The average human lives about 75 years, I think. Most of us get plenty of time to try, to fail and to figure out what’s important to us. What if we had just 24 hours. The Mayfly’s sole purpose is to mate and lay eggs, but they have to figure all of that out in just one day! Talk about pressure! Perhaps we should all try to live as the Mayflies do, as if this very day was our only chance to fulfill our dreams and our purpose??? I’m guessing that an attitude like that would make it much easier to focus only on the things that really matter.