Hello.
It’s been on my heart lately to test the waters of possibility and finally ask the universe—and you—for the kind of help I used to believe was too bold, too unconventional, too big to say aloud. But I’m asking now, sincerely and with hope.
I’m a mother of three, recently left to navigate life solo. My children’s father walked away, and while he is living freely, we are in transition—moving in with a friend, sharing a couch. But what we truly desire is freedom.
Not just shelter—a vessel. A home on wheels. A chance to move, live, and breathe again.
I’m looking for a reliable C-Class RV—maybe one you no longer need, one you could sell, donate, or trade. I can offer many things in return:
I crochet custom blankets and clothing. I cook nourishing meals. I can teach your child how to read or support your homeschool. I am deeply resourceful, talented, and sincere.
Making money isn’t the issue. Stability and mobility are.
I’m not just asking for transportation—I’m asking for the container to rebuild my life and rebirth my joy.
Maybe this sounds strange. Maybe it lands right where it’s meant to. I’m sending it out into the ether with full trust.
If you’re the one meant to read this—thank you. May you feel the sincerity in my words and the vision behind them.
With love,
The Cosmic Crashout