Trusting the Universe ✨
I saw an ad for this RV on Facebook Marketplace on Tuesday, and responded immediately. Since I’m not mechanically minded, I texted a friend urgently and asked if he’d be willing to meet up with me the next day bright and early to take a look at it so I didn’t make a foolish financial decision.
He agreed. I picked him up and we drove for an hour to look at it in person. If it looked anything like the photos posted online, I knew I was prepared to buy it. Immediately.
It was everything I’m looking for in an RV. Something I can sleep, cook, and hang out in.
Beautiful. Clean. Homey. 70s-inspired. The modern ones just don’t do it for me. I like those 70s vibes.
My bands and I are spending more and more time on the road, and I need something I can travel in where I have my own space.
As we were nearing the address, we saw a vehicle approaching us in the distance. We’d been taking country roads most of the way so hadn’t seen many cars so far.
My buddy pointed and said, “Hey, isn’t that your RV?”
Well I’ll be damned if it wasn’t was heading toward us with a man at the wheel with the largest smile I’ve ever seen. Could see his teeth from about half a mile away, bursting out of an ear-to-ear grin just glinting in the sunlight.
I pulled over and did some fervent texting. Sure enough the owner sold it right before we got there.
We turned around and drove an hour toward home. It was a quiet ride. Mostly I was stunned silent from shock and disbelief.
He offered some words of comfort, but we both knew I was disappointed.
I confessed that in my mind I’d already named it. I had been calling it “Bluebird” after an old bluegrass song my dad used to sing and play for me as a child.
I eventually let him cheer me up some and even laughed a little bit at his jokes. I dropped him off unceremoniously at the gas station with a shrug and a hug where we’d met, and we went our separate ways.
Less than 5 minutes later my phone rang. It was him.
The RV, Bluebird, is at the BP station filling up with gas mere minutes from us. Unbeknownst to us we’d followed it almost all the way home to where we live!
In a panic, I urged him to turn around and go offer the new owner more for it than he’d just paid. My buddy reluctantly agreed and turned his van around while I GPSed my way to his location.
I arrived to the filling station only to see my friend pulling out. He called to say he just didn’t have the heart to make them an offer. It was a family who planned to use the RV to travel the country. He couldn’t risk destroying their elation.
I continued on without him, and walked up to the RV myself. I just wanted to say hi and bye to what I had already named my Bluebird.
Why did things happen this way? Why didn’t the owner give me an opportunity to buy it before those people who contacted him after I did? Why did we see the RV again 5 minutes from home after a long journey? Should I have approached the family and offered them money for their new purchase?
I don’t know the answers to those questions. I’m choosing to trust the Universe on this one but damn I’m disappointed!