Preparation is half the battle
“By failing to prepare, you are preparing to fail.” —Benjamin Franklin.
Or as we call it: any given Tuesday.
Despite starting preparations for this journey years ago, I’m getting the feeling we are woefully underprepared after just three days on the road. Since leaving, I’ve made several minor modifications to improve storage (this will probably be an ongoing theme), fixed a leaky tap (IKEA’s silicone placemats make excellent replacement rubber gaskets in a pinch) and discovered that our camper makes a really good Faraday cage (great if you want to get away from it all, not so great if your livelihood depends on mobile internet access).
Anne is currently online, looking for a campsite that will allow us to use them as a drop address for a box of things her father is sending us; it’s full of things we ordered too late that didn’t make it in on time. The fold-up chairs we bought two days before we left don’t fit in the space we had planned; they now live behind the passenger seat, in the way of the curtains Anne finished the day before we left. Most of the cupboards need reorganising, as almost nothing feels in the right place. Looking around, I can see several bits of paintwork we missed that should have been touched up.
If the number of things I forgot to do or forgot to bring is anything to go by, I’ve probably forgotten a lot of things that could go on this list, but you get the idea. We didn’t come prepared. Looking across the lake outside the window, with Google fast asleep next to me, I realise that it doesn’t bother me at all, either. We’ve got plenty of time to figure it out along the way; figuring it out is half the fun.
Everything will find its place and when you’re having fun, time flies, so you did the best prep ever given the time you had! 👍