It's been almost a week here in the wheelie house. I've been wanting to write about how it's going so far, and it's not like I haven't had anything to say. It's more like I've had too much to say and just couldn't get my thoughts together. So I'll just start at the beginning. . .
On Wednesday morning we began loading all of our possessions (besides a few boxes that a friend was kind enough to store long-term for us) into The Cart. Well, I say "we" but actually Dylan and College Boy did all that heavy lifting bit. I scrubbed and polished the house that we've been renting for the past three years, and prepared to say goodbye to hot baths, the dishwasher, closet space, flush toilets. . . you know, all the super-comfy trappings of modern American suburban living. What I was saying Hello to was the beginning of the realization of a dream that we've had for years.
Once we were all loaded up, looking like something out of one one those Hoarders shows, we headed down the road to my brother's house about an hour away. Dylan was really nervous driving the thing, which handles sort of like a land boat, but he did just fine. (I get nervous driving under the easiest conditions, so me driving was so not an option.) We not only brought everything that we'll need to live and work in the RV, but also all College Boy's stuff that he'll need in his dorm and all Dylan's building supplies so he can finish the thing.
Here are a couple snapshots of The Cart, packed to the rafters--
And here's Dylan and College Boy unloading things.
(Thankfully, my brother was kind enough to lend us the use of a corner of his shop while we're staying here.)
I gotta tell you, the first few days have been hard. I've heard that change is uncomfortable, and whoever said that is totally right. I'm constantly saying stuff like, "Where the heck is (fill in the blank) ?" and "How am I supposed to (fill in the blank) ? " I'm having to learn so much! Like how to work this new computer and all the stuff that goes along with that (aaaargh!), and how to *a-hem* in a composting toilet in a bathroom that currently has no doors, and how to get into a bed that's 4 feet off the ground, and how to not constantly kick over the dog's water bowl in the teeny tiny kitchen, and, and, and. . . But when the day is done we light a fire and all sit around it laughing at the misadventures of trying to make the faucet work, or trying to get dressed in an area the size of a phone booth, or the fact that we were crazy enough moved into an unfinished RV in the first place. . . we exhale and are reminded why we are doing this.
|Best brother and sis-in-law ever!|
I'll be back soon with more in-progress pics of The Cart.
I think this post is long enough.