I have spoken with Jason a handful of times while we have been apart. He spends most of his days on the slopes. With the 2 hour time difference it seems that when I am able to talk, he would be eating or still out. The pictures posted online are incredibly beautiful. Maybe one day I will make it out there with him. . . minus the 10 other dudes :)
For those of you who re interested in the RV aspect of our lives, I forgot to mention my drive up here and all the RV's on the road. I must have saw 50 class A RV's (that is the bus looking kind), 40 5th wheels (that is like ours and it hooks into the back of the truck bed) mostly pulled by Chevy trucks just like Jason's thank you very much :), about 15 travel trailers (I was so worried about their swaying with all the wind), a few class C's (city shuttle looking things), a few campers that fit in the back of the truck, and even 5 mini trailers being pulled by cars. I couldn't believe it. I did see a truck pulling a 5th wheel which pulled a trailer. ILLEGAL! In the state of Florida, you are not allow to double tow. Please, it's been my only saving grace when it comes to Jason wanting to purchase and drag along with us a scooter or golf cart.
I had the opportunity to meet up with an old friend from school this trip. After years of not seeing one another and neither of us really remembering why we lost touch, we met up. It was just like old times. I wasn't sure how I would react when I first saw her. Would I start tearing up with excitement or be nervous and not myself. . . As soon as she pulled up and I saw her huge smile, I felt like no time at all had passed. She brought along her adorable daughter. Such a happy baby. We walked the park and caught up on everything. What happened after high school? How did you meet your husband? What has become of your family? We spoke about everything. It was weird to see our lives kind of ending up the same way. Went to school for education. Decided not to continue with it but be stay at home moms instead. Married extremely active guys. . . etc. I wish we lived closer.
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