Still not packing. I have until Saturday, so all the time in the world. Cat just stares at me. He knows boxes are BAD.
This is one of my dream trailers. One I could truly imagine living in as my forever home. And we are so close. After selling our house to move west in the housing crash of the early 2010s, we barely broke even, leaving us in the joyful world of apartment hopping. Not fun after 20 years of home ownership.
Adding the entire co-signing on college student loans for THREE children, who have struggled under the weight of them, weighing us down, as well, we have been in no position to purchase anything before now.
We are finally beginning to see daylight.
The cost to live in a hotel month after month is 300% more than an apartment would be in Minnesota. Now they want to increase it by another $1000 a month.
Who knew by moving up to the Bay Area, we would find a place more expensive than Los Angeles?
If only I were truly brave enough to live in our little red Reba truck. Then, we would be able to save so much money.
Even knowing that doing that truck style living, for a few months could help us, I am not that brave. I just keep hoping prayers are enough to figure out how move from hotel nomads to RV ownership. .
Meanwhile, I keep looking a pictures of this trailer, a travel trailer to park in a campground, with a fireplace. It has loads of storage, an upstairs sleeping loft, for daughter who moved up north with us. And, truly, best of all, removable furniture, that we would not have to purchase, so we can use our own.
Is this really the trailer I want...we need? How do I even know?
I need a magic genie to come in and be me, just for a few days. Cuz nobody wants to do this brain for too long.
And then, there is this trailer. It is so far above any thing we could come up with that it is truly a dream. I just love the cabinet coloring. And the storage, again! Maybe it is the hotel living, but storage! ❤️️
I mean, there a drawers in the stairs.
Plus, of course, a fireplace to fill my heart with peace.
Mostly though, it is the hookup, in the master bedroom closet, for a washer and dryer unit. That would be the ultimate utopia!
For now, though, we pack. We hope. We wish. We dream.. And, we accept that maybe the only real trailers we can afford are these.
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*"We can't even afford to dream about lobster." Husband circa 2012.
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