Richard and I bought a camper recently. After looking for months and going to several camper sales lots and one camper show, we finally made a decision. I was okay with the first small one that we saw. "This is it," I told him. He insisted that we look more.
A month later, "I'm done," I said. But he wanted to look in another town nearby.
"I'm not going back," I fussed. So he started going alone. He found three he liked but he couldn't make the decision. I had to look at the campers again.
"Which is the smallest one?" I asked, then "Which is the cheapest one?" The answers were the same.
"What's the problem? Why didn't you buy it?" He wanted my approval, apparently. I looked. I fell in love. I said to buy it. He didn't. He needed another day. Thank goodness the sales guy said someone else was interested. I think that did it.
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Finally, we made a decision. It wasn't the first one I saw. It's much, much smaller. This one has a queen size bed, but it's in a space that has no floor. We'll climb in the bed from one corner, I took the comforter out and put in some of my quilts, which brighten the 'bedroom' quite a bit.
The rest of the camper is bright and airy because the walls are off-white and there are windows everywhere. That was my one request--lots of windows.
So there we are. The new camper. There's a surprising amount of storage and a nice refrigerator. No counters in the kitchenette (I mean, really, could we call this a real kitchen?)
It has everything, even a microwave. There is just no counter space. Of course, I'm not going to be cooking for company. And we aren't going to do much more than sandwiches. I want to save some of my time for fun!
Now on to the tough decision: where shall we go? How long do you think it will take us to decide?