So, we moved into the RV full-time on Monday, 16 June. All was fine while the coach was in the driveway. Everything was working, renovations were complete, and it looked awesome. We spent several weeks downsizing all of our “stuff.” It’s quite amazing what you accumulate when you have a house.
Anyway, we moved in. We weren’t closing on the house until Tuesday afternoon, so we figured we’d come back Tuesday morning and do a final clean and grab everything out of the fridge at that time. We load up — way too much stuff, of course — crap piling up all throughout the coach, and roll down to the RV park. We’ve got two days at this park before we move to the next one for 21 days. All good.
Tuesday, we go to the house, finish up, and head back to the RV. What the actual fuck? The front AC has shit itself. Okay, we can work with this. What the holy fuck? The fridge has crapped itself too! Dump all of our food into three coolers with ice and start making phone calls.
Everyone is booked except one service. They come out. The AC? No big deal, fixed it pretty quick. The fridge? Nope. Needs a new thermistor and two new heating elements. Parts ordered. We leave for the next park on Wednesday morning.
We pull in and just as we begin to back into the spot — Kylie out as the spotter — it starts pissing down rain. Bloody hell. We get set up, and the guys come back on Thursday. The AC crapped out again. New capacitor, and it’s good.
They pull the fridge out. Holy fuckin’ shit — the floor underneath the fridge had collapsed. Turns out the fridge drain tube wasn’t routed to the outside, and the wood underneath had rotted. Repair guys don’t do carpentry work.
So, Rotten and Kylie get all the supplies and spend a very hot Friday repairing the floor. We got it done in record time. The repair guys come back on Saturday morning to put the fridge — which has been in the living room since Thursday — back in. We gave them 1/4-inch clearance to get that fucker back in, which we thought was great. The old guy? Not so much.
So: Monday to Saturday, 1 broken AC repaired twice, 1 broken fridge repaired, 1 rotted floor rebuilt, lots of rain, and lots of really bad words. A week from hell for our first week.
The best part? Kylie and I didn’t fight. We just fuckin’ got it done. The fridge has been awesome since, and both ACs are cooling this coach down nicely in the midst of a Southeastern heatwave.