Riddance.

I have known for several months that it was coming time to sell the RV. Did that make it easier to do? No. Did I want to? No. Was it the right decision? Perhaps. It's tough though, thinking back on all the fun times, the mishaps, the trials... it's hard. Letting go is hard. I know it's time, but that doesn't make it any easier at all. Somehow in my head, I think it should make it easier, but it doesn't. I am looking forward to day-camping; to being off-grid in a new and different way. I just wish it were easier to say goodbye.

Goodbye RV. You were loved. Thank you for all the fun times and curse you for all the stress you gave me. Dick. 

Still trying to figure out if we will sell the ATV or fix it, but either way it's sure to be stressful decision as well. That's the problem with owning things... you own things. Things that you have to take care of. Things that take up a portion of your mental capacity. The more things you own, the more things you have to think about. And while each thing is a tiny, perhaps insignificant, amount of stress many of those things together compile into a very heavy burden. A burden that you might not even realize is weighing on you. But then when a tiny part of that burden is gone if feels really good. And now, I fear that my addictive personality will just go about purging everything from my life. I say that as if I don't have any control over it. I do. It's just that I want that feeling to grow. I want to lessen my burdens until my mind is free of the stupid shit that I've been hoarding for so many years.