My Destiny Motorhome
Sometimes things fall in place so perfectly that they feel like “destiny”. In the spring of 2007, I bought a small motor home named “Destiny”.
From the first day I bought her and rolled serendipitously into Austin, Texas during the “South by South West Music Festival” – every turn in the road, every stop and person along the way has been pure destiny. To see highlights from our three year journey across north America, visit the “Great American Road Trip“.
Unlike the typical cheap mom and pop particleboard box on wheels, Destiny was built like a yacht, with high end wood work and components from bumper to bumper. Destiny is really more motor lounge than motor home.
Flirting with Destiny
When I travel cross country in Destiny I’m not just living my dream. Apparently, I’m living a lot of people’s dreams.
I see them circling around Destiny looking in the windows, sizing her up and even touching her. They’re attracted to her and the freedom and possibilities she exudes.
If I’m nearby they almost always ask me about her. I don’t ever recall anyone walking up to me when I was at an office desk and asking in wonderment where they could get a job like mine.
It seems like everyone wants to runaway with Destiny. But most feel that they can’t or shouldn’t. While others say some day, some day soon. Americans crossed the plains and mountains in chuck wagons. I get the feeling that many wish the journey had never ended.