John retired and we are now completely moved out of our sticks and bricks.  We moved into our RV and piled everything into the middle to start finding places for what we thought we needed.  We were now real authentic full timers and it is the scariest day of my life.  At this point I would like to add that the term Luxury RV is an oxymoron if you are planning to live as a full timer.  Space becomes a premium and just getting your clothes, groceries, linens, dogs and dog needs, personal care items, cooking essentials and tools inside is a feat that seems impossible when downsizing from a large home into an oblong box on wheels.  My can’t-do-with-out’s included several framed handmade cross stitches from my grandmother, a hand-made pottery tray from my daughter, a beautiful hand painted art plate from my “bestie” Karen, some beautiful Waterford crystal pieces and a few small antique glassware pieces that are difficult, at best, to store safely each time we roll down the highway.  Shortly after moving in, John reached for a plate, wasn’t paying attention to the black dish sitting on top of the white plate he was reaching for and my beautiful antique amethyst candy dish shattered as it hit the tile floor.  I heard “Oh-oh” and knew I had lost something I would miss.  Sometimes I feel like storing everything and not bothering to put up pictures or put out the things that make me smile but then what’s the point of owning it if you can’t see it and enjoy it?  The silver lining?  I can shop in antique stores and look for a replacement without feeling guilty about cramming one more thing into our overstuffed box on wheels.