A year ago, I sold my 3600 square foot house in a gated community and moved into a 1975 Airstream. It’s a long story and for a kid like me, it is hard to tell the story in the middle, so I’m not going to try. I will leave out details of the past 8 months for now, most of which I will propably add into future blog posts in ADHD moments of brilliance. But for now, it’s too long of a story to recap almost a year of life when you live it as big as we do. However, I’d like to tell the story somehow…becasue our story is unique.
I fell in love, and I sold the Airstream becasue quickly it was clear, we can’t live in an Airstream with 2 kids, a Dawg, and a 6’0 mountain man. Some folks on Instagram are doing it with more kids than we have—under full parental custody— and perhaps it is all ‘glamour glow’ happy for them, but it wasn’t for us. A lady and her man needs some space (and a door that closes) when she finally get’s to drop the single out of mommy. We bought a Fith Wheel Travel Trailer, becasue (and much to my Love’s patience and understanding of all things on a cellular level that make up the crazy lady he has decided to have and to hold), I am just not down with living on a slab of concrete again…just yet. Call it PTSDfromHOA, or whatever you will.
Now, almost a year later, we are still living on wheels. We have learned a lot, and we have made mistakes. We have celebrated in accomplishments, laughed a lot, and cried a lot. We have taken our time, and we have been driven on impulse. We have navigated through how our tiny blended family can thrive, and we have lost some family along the way. We have done it together, and our story has just begun.