We’ve come to another crossroad in life and it’s bitter sweet. We found out last night our offer on a house has been accepted. We’ll have 2400 sq. ft. instead of 250. All of our belongings will be with us instead of in storage. No more popping the breaker when we try to use the tea kettle and toaster at the same time (since we’re plugged into 30 amps and use an adapter for the 50 amp trailer). No more having to turn off the water in the shower when we aren’t using it. The house won’t rock when it’s really windy. On the flip side, no more RV. We’ll be saying goodbye to the place we’ve called home for going on 2 years. The corn fields across the street with geese coming and going, the fawns we watched grow up and the noisy cows down the street.
Our journey started as accidental RVers. Thrown into a situation we knew nothing about to prevent us from being homeless. We made the steep learning curve of life in an RV. Sometimes it was easy, sometimes it was a matter of survival and it was a struggle. This past winter was rough and I didn’t think it would ever end. As we come down to our final month I find myself getting annoyed at little things that were just part of daily life in the past. I also find myself starting to miss our beloved portable home and the memories we’ve made here.