By this time, we had been away from "Home" for about 5 months. So, upon returning to our house, we had mixed feelings as we had made a nice comfortable home for ourselves in our RV. We knew where everything was in every cubby, container, drawer, and cabinet. And, everything had it's place. So, should we unpack the RV and try to get used to days in the house? We decided no! Somewhere along the way between visiting family, enjoying Branson, and the road from here to there, we solidified our plans to become full-time RV'ers. So, it was off to a local RV park that offered a monthly rate and a meeting set up with a local realtor. We did not spend another night in the house. We relaxed over the Christmas holidays and enjoyed our Kids and Grandson. Then, we got busy selling stuff!
We had already made it through the emotional sale of the beloved boat. In fact, that reminds me of a story told to us by a gentleman camping in Cloudcroft, NM. He said he had sold his house in a garage sale! So it seems his wife had taken their canoe next door to the neighbor's garage sale to get rid of it. When she went later in the day to check on it, she met a lady who told her she was looking for a full house of furniture and also looking for a house to buy. Well, the gentleman told us he was in his favorite recliner just watching football when in comes his wife with this lady. She said, "Honey, I'm going to show the house". When all was said and done, she bought the house and several appliances, some furniture, and an extra car they had in the garage. Turns out the lady had lost everything in a fire, had an insurance check, and a need to move out of temporary housing right quick. The gentleman and his wife started their full-time RV'ing and never looked back. The story was so incredible that I almost forget to ask about the canoe - when I did, he said that no, it didn't sell that day but later sold to a friend. So, I told Larry, "see - it all starts with the sale of the boat!"
To spare you the details, it's safe to say that it did take some work over the course of several weeks to have a big moving sale, give family a few heirlooms we were unable to part with, and throw out the tons and tons of stuff accumulated over 30+ years! We looked through a lot of photographs and re-lived the raising of our children, the changes in our careers, and the life we had shared in this house...
We came to the conclusion that those memories will always be with us no matter where we are! So now, our definition of "home" is - a place of refuge and rest. It doesn't have to be a permanent structure. And, by making it mobile, our front yard changes! Sometimes it will have our grandson playing with bubbles in it. And sometimes, it will have a river or a mountain in it!