Getting a motorhome is great, you get to live and travel at the same time. I’ve always wanted one of my own, given that I love to travel, I love to drive, and imagine being able to do that anywhere and sleep in my own car too! But of course, owning a motorhome doesn’t just end there. One of the most important things you need to get is a motorhome insurance. With all the carnapping around, it’s easy for your motorhome to be a target. You don’t want to lose your home to these crooks right? I don’t think so.

Who of you guys ride motorcycles? I saw these group of riders the other day, I was at the park and a whole group of them drove past us. They all wore scorpion helmets and were all looking so cool that I can’t help but stare. I actually like looking at these people, I’ve never tried to ride a motorcycle (I’m too scared to try) so seeing them kinda sparks my interest. Let’s just say I’m just living vicariously through them. Who among you guys like to ride motorcycles?

For the holidays, I really want to go on a disney world vacation with my family. It’s always been my dream to go to Disney World. It’s like a magical place that will bring out the child in me. I love Disney films, and I love the fantasy world of the characters whom I grown to love ever since I was a kid. Like Belle in Beauty and the Beast, Ariel in Little Mermaid, Jasmine in Aladdin, and a lot more! It would be amazing seeing all of them come to life. And I’m also excited to try the rides and see the shows.

Before, I asked God to give me someone special to love.

I found you then lost you.

I asked God why and He answered, “But my child, the one you asked for asked for somebody else.”

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.

~Louis De Bernieres