Its been several days now. We’ve got it all ready but the
climate is not really accompanying us. Then finally: to hell with it. Let’s do it. We hook the motorhome to
the car in a not very authorized way which include an old common blue rope, and
set off towards the outskirt of Puerto Natales approx. 7 kilometers away from
the city center square, where we will encounter the entrance to Huerto 256, lot
1A1A2. Our lot.
The problem has been and still is the amount of water that
gathers up at the entrance creating a little lake with floods of water coming
down from the lot itself, converting everything to mud. Will the Ssangyong
Korando be able to tow the motorhome the 300 m uphill on the extremely muddy
trail? Well today is the day. It’s been relatively dry for a couple of days and
the wind we hope has helped to carry away a bit of the humidity.
No more waiting. We want to start this new adventure we have
planned for for the past couple of months. We want to install our new home on
our lot. We want to get away from civilization to get closer to nature. We are
elevated here, some 100 meters above sea level and above Puerto Natales. We can
see as far as the furthest mountain. The rays of the sun and the shadow
creating spectacular colors and an ever moving image, the variety of birds and
farm animals the only noises and the snowcapped mountains surrounding us yet in
the far distance, preventing us from seeing the horizon. Everything played out
and interacting right in front of us. It’s amazing and awe inspirering. This is
what we want. And today we won’t wait any longer.
Arriving at the lot entrance we are excited about how easy
it has been to get so far with the motorhome on tow. We take a breather and
wait while the 4x4 traction are kicking in. I get out with the camera. I won’t
miss this for the world. Besides it’s a day of great importance to our future.
It should be commemorated and made eternal. To us its history in the making.
Maybe we should have gathered friends and family to take
part in this moment. To share and celebrate together, supporting us morally and
lend a helping hand if our worries of getting stuck in the mud should manifest
themselves. But in the end it was a spur of the moment decision thus we are all alone out here. Us, the
Ssangyong and our future home. Basically everything we physically own. Before
starting the last but complicated bit we hug each other. In that moment we had
left home. We had pulled up our small roots and lifted everything away. Now we were
standing in ”no-mans-land” between the past and the future. 300 m up the road
is our future. To me that is heavy. I once have liberated myself from the path
of my future. I have chosen not to have a future path during the past 5 years.
Now I find myself taking the last step towards a very conscious choice of my
future path. When the motorhome in 15 minutes would be installed on our lot,
there would be no turning back. Note to self: Of course there is always a
turning back. Nothing in life is eternal, but as I am gifted with
sentimentality, melancholy and a certain amount of foresight, this was the
grandness I attributed this very moment, which of course was dominated by the anxiety
and insecurity concerning the actual carrying out of this final step.
But now at least I think I have transmitted the importance
of the moment, the decision to finally initiate our life together. Did we make
it? Will we make it?
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