When you buy a home, you have to live with the neighbors that are already there – or consider the fact that someone may move in that you can/cannot get along with. I recently moved to a new RV park, one neighbor was very quiet, appeared to work at night or disappeared into thin air somewhere because I never saw them or heard a noise, just a vehicle behind their coach every day. My other neighbor was a young lad, recently divorced, friendly, we met the first day I moved in and we chatted about our coaches, our lives, and poker…lots of poker. After that initial meeting we seldom saw each other and he never had company. Then BOOM! At all hours of the night, people arrived, sitting in their cars with the doors open, carrying on conversations – and staying for three to four hours. Yikes! If they came to visit with him, why didn’t they knock on the door? They just sat there. It all creeped me out – especially the couple that showed up at 1 a.m. and were still there at 3 a.m. when I went to bed.

I went to the office about it. They said they could ask him to observe the quiet hours but they really couldn’t do anything about people sitting outside talking. Probably true, but it doesn’t do a thing for my attitude. Why didn’t I talk to him? I don’t need my tires slashed or holes inmy water line or anything strangely bizarre happening, and he might not do it, but what about his friends?

Saturday night a group of them sat outside and talked until 4 a.m., it would be like someone sitting right underneath your bedroom window because that’s how close it is. Sunday evening I arrived to find he had two cars already parked in his drive area (that’s the max) and someones truck was half across my space and his. Get a support for that straw because the camel’s back is ready to blow. The guy that owned the truck was hanging around, outside, by the stone wall that separates the RV park from Boulder Highway, smoking. I approached him and spoke to him about parking across my space. No animosity or problem, just conversation. But I’d made up my mind, I was moving ASAP.

At 8 a.m. on Monday, when the office opened, I was there, asking about moving. They had a space down on a ‘quiet’ end of the park…must be all oldies…but the people that had been there had their rent paid until the 9th. If they chose to come back it wouldn’t be open. If not, I could just pull in there after coming back from Wheeler RV…yikes…are those jacks really in? Mary (office person) told me to walk down and take a look, and if I wanted the space, she’d make sure that I got it when it opened. Off I went. Yup, end of the row, a little piece of dirt with shrubs and stuff at the end of my front door pavement, giving me even a little more space and a personalized feel. I went back to Mary, told her “Yes!” She exclaimed, it’s providence, Linda! They just called and said they weren’t coming back.”

I loaded up and moved. Within about 2 1/2 hours, I was in my new space, everything hooked up, and so happy to be there. I didn’t even bother with leveling up. Wednesday, the 9th, is the dreaded day…are the jacks really in? They said they were when I called on Monday. But I was told that the last time I left the coach. Cross my fingers and my toes.

So while the rest of the world is following the WSOP and tracking the main event, I catch most of my glimpses of it through ccexplore – Craig Cunningham’s articles and his blog. I’m too busy trying to get life organized around things that should already have been done and things that still need to be done. A few more days and I’m off to the family reunion. Mobile (in more ways than one) really is the answer!