Does living in an RV make you feel rootless? A little bit discombobulated?
According to an online dictionary –
OK, so have I ever felt discombobulated? Thrown into confusion? Who me? Confused? Probably my biggest area of confusion is what season we’re in. Think about it. We do our very best to always stay in a temperate zone. Not too hot (i.e being in New England in the summer instead of Texas) and not too cold (being in the Sun Belt in the winter instead of Minnesota). So there are moments when I really have to give some thought as to what “time of year” it actually is. And of course there is always the confusion that comes when trying to remember just when we were where? Or the familiar “I know we’ve been here before but …..” . (But really, is this from living in an RV or from being blonde and 62? It’s hard to know!)
Generally, though, I think we do a much better job of discombobulating than feeling discombobulated. Remember Doris from the Census Bureau? I think she might be still scratching her head. And then there was the girl at the billing center for Verizon. When she gave me the total due and said that sales tax would be added to the amount, I asked her who would get the sales tax. She didn’t really understand the question so I explained that we were in New Jersey, she was in Colorado, we were talking about a Montana phone number and we had a Florida billing address. Trust me, she was ‘thrown into confusion’! We’ve had internet purchases questioned because my phone number (PA) and billing address (FL) and shipping address (always changing) NEVER match up. And then there’s this –
We have my grandfather’s old Vermont license plate on the front of the RV as a “vanity tag”. (He was the 781st person to license a vehicle in VT :)). The conversation often goes like this –
– So, you’re from Vermont? That’s a long ways away. How come your truck has FL tags on it?
– Well, the VT tag is just a vanity plate and the RV has FL tags also.
– Oh, so what part of Florida? I have family in …..
– Well, we aren’t actually from FL either, we’re from Pennsylvania….
Yes, it’s confusing.
Generally when folks ask where we’re from, we say we raised our family outside of Philadelphia, but since we live full time in our RV, currently we’re from where ever we are parked. (Unless of course, it’s someone in a uniform asking the question, and then it’s Lake City, Florida all the way! We don’t want those guys to feel discombobulated!)
But as to feeling rootless – well, that’s a different question all together. My physical roots are in Pennsylvania, and if I dig a bit deeper they are in Vermont and in this place –
our legacy from generations past.
But the truth to why I rarely feel rootless is not because I’m “from” somewhere, or have wonderful family memories from somewhere else. It is because I have learned that neither my house or RV or family or friends can really make me rooted. I can only find my security and “rootedness” in Christ. Simply put, as long as I find myself grounded in my faith and recognize who I am in Him and how He continues to rescue me from my sinful heart, then I will never be rootless!
“But blessed is the one who trusts in the LORD,
whose confidence is in him.
They will be like a tree planted by the water
that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes;
its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought
and never fails to bear fruit.” Jeremiah 17:7-8
Discombobulated? Guess some of that just comes with the territory. Rootless? By God’s grace – no!