I took a deposit on the 19-footer today. It looks like it’ll be gone tomorrow, if they come back to pick it up, that is. Part of me is so ready for this phase to be complete and another very small part is nostalgic about the good times we’ve had, the fun times we’ve had, the blast we’ve had living in the 19. One hundred and fifty-two square feet of blissful habitation is coming to an end.
Thank goodness ’cause I’m ready! shouts the big guy in my head! Ok, so that means we’re moving into Phase 2. Or is it Phase 37? Who knows… but we’re ready.
As I consider the next few weeks ahead of us, my critters and me, I can’t help but think about the campgrounds we’re heading to, the parking lots we’ll be hanging out in, the roads we’ll be tooling down as we take off across the country and being our roaming around the back roads, the country sides, the parks, the food establishments. My mind begins to see blacktop and mile markers, road side rest stops and hamburger joints, dog parks and watering holes – they’re all taking up residence in my imagination no matter what time of day or night it is. I wake up at 3 AM, thinking about some place that some person told me about some time back, and I wonder if I should get up and go write myself a note to make sure we see it.
And then I remember that my motto is: the plan is no plan. No Plan! That’s the Plan! I fall back asleep with a smile on my face as I hop back into the present moment and wait to see what the Universe has for us on any given day.
Looks like we’ll be heading up north next week to continue the spiffing up/cleaning up/repairing up of the little 10-footer that we’re going to call home during the next year or two… or three or four, who knows! We’ve gone from 152 sq. ft. to 65 sq. ft. – whee! I wonder where I’m going to put my tea bags? What about my pillow? And Dinah Dog’s dinner dish and Louise the Cat’s food dish? We didn’t really “down-size” because what we had in the 19 is about the bare minimum of what we need to live day to day but the things like the microwave, toaster over, toaster, electric water pot will be going away in a yard sale. We’ll be using propane to cook with and won’t be near electricity on most days so the electric appliances will not work for us anymore. I don’t think Dinah or Louise are going to miss the microwave, though! Ha!
Onward and upward we go!