Less than a week after naming our skoolie The Good Luck Bus, it broke down. Stuck on the side of the road in West Texas with no cell service, miles away from the nearest city, I laughed at the irony.

But we didn't choose that name because bus life is so easy and carefree. We chose that name because we know how lucky we are to live this life at all.

We are a family of six with no major medical issues. We don't have any physical limitations or disabilities. We have jobs that can travel that make us enough money to feed our kids and put gas in the tank. We don't have any extended family members who depend on us for support. We know we can always park the bus on family land if we need to. We have people we can call on if we're stuck or broke or in any kind of need. My husband and I have a strong marriage and we both have the same goals and dreams. Our kids learn things quickly and easily. Even our dog is healthy and has never needed anything more than food and belly rubs to make her happy. 

We are so lucky. In so many ways. Take away any of those things above and living in a bus, working from the road, and traveling full time might have been impossible for us. 

"Stop making excuses for why you're not living your dream life!" I cringe when I read inspirational quotes like this.  

“Lucky is the word lazy people use to describe people who work hard.” BULL SHIT.

We’re not working any harder than the frustrated single mom making minimum wage, just barely getting by. We’re definitely not working harder than the people packaging up a thousand Amazon boxes a day. And we’re sure as hell not working any harder than immigrant farm workers planting and picking crops all day. 

My father was 63 when he died, but if you met him you might’ve thought he was much older. After almost 50 years of construction work in the hot Texas sun, he had a hard time walking and could no longer stand up straight. The x-rays of his back were so bad, every doctor he saw gave him a prescription for the strongest painkillers they had. I have so many memories of driving my dad around so he could show me his work. He worked so hard, for so long. And when he died, all that was left was a small apartment full of old photos, books and papers from a lifetime of being broke. In a city full of homes that he built, he died in that apartment without a single brick to his name. 

Contrary to what you may have grown up believing, hard work does not equal success. 

We are lucky. 

Even when we’re broken down. Even when our bank account is way too close to empty. Even when our jobs are frustrating, our kids are fighting and everything seems difficult. We are so, so lucky.

Bus life is our dream life. And naming our bus The Good Luck Bus was our way of reminding ourselves that no matter how difficult life feels sometimes, we are so incredibly lucky to be able to live life on our own terms. 

So incredibly lucky.

(Pictured : my favorite photo of me and my dad along with a photo of our two oldest kiddos with their much-missed grandpa.)

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