The World Is My Home.
So, being back in our lovely house for the first time in 2 months is….interesting. I love this house. We’ve spent 5 years making memories and living here. It’s got the best kitchen I’ve ever cooked in! It has wood floors that are perfect to ice skate around in socks! It has Rocky Mountain views! And that’s just the first floor!
I’ve taken iphone videos of our RV, but have never had the chance to take one of where we’re moving from. So, yesterday I took that chance and filmed our soon to be ex house! I broke it up into two parts, this is the downstairs:
It really has been a fantastic place to live. We moved there from Vegas and followed the good old American Dream…find a big house and move in! But what I didn’t realize when we moved here was that the big house comes with strings attached. Big houses have more rooms which need more furniture! And knick knacks! And time to clean them! Big houses take a big part of the paycheck, which leaves fewer resources to do other things like travel or play. Big houses mean big maintenance. Before I knew it, the house became like an anchor, tethering us down to this one tiny town in the middle of the country.
This was fine when we moved in, because the kids were in school and I had nowhere to really go for most of the year while they were in class. But when we pulled Naturalist out of school, followed the next year by Golfer, all of a sudden I had the freedom to go and do whatever we wanted! Except…we were still tethered down. I slowly wished I had less house and more options. We tried briefly in 2007 to sell it, but my heart was kind of wishy washy and we never got an offer we wanted to accept, so we stayed in a few more years. Yadda yadda yadda, the chance came to downsize and get into an RV and live on the beach or wherever we wanted, and I took it.
4700 sq ft. down to a 35 foot long RV is quite a leap, size wise. It took some getting used to, but at the same time it didn’t. I don’t miss the day long cleaning of my house. I don’t miss the rooms full of things that I never really used much anyway. I don’t miss the ties to things that didn’t mean all that much, when it came down to it…just stuff to fill a space. I love the freedom of movement, with our house able to follow us rather than us settling down with a house.
I love this place, but it doesn’t feel like home anymore. The world feels like my home, and I’m anxious to get back out in the RV and live in it again!
it’s so windy and cold here in Colorado! Luckily I have my hot chocolate (peppermint, of course!) and dreams of warm beaches to keep me from being too chilled!