We move into the camper in one week. ONE WEEK. We’ll still have a few things to do at the house, but this will no longer be “home.” It is already a bittersweet feeling. A definitive close to a chapter and the start of something new and amazing.
For the past 3 months, we have worked tirelessly to make this dream a reality. We’ve purged, sold, donated, researched, purged some more, packed, sorted, purchased, researched some more, laughed, cried, and dreamed big. We’ve kept the Amazon delivery folks and our mail carrier on their toes. We’ve started all kinds of chatter in our neighborhood. We’ve run through the best and worst case scenarios. We’ve cherished the fleeting moments of the lifestyle we’ve always known.
I’ve started tallying the things I’m going to miss. Long, hot showers, two-ply toilet paper, and working in a separate office with a nice, big second monitor are at the top of the list. Of all the things I’m going to miss, I’m going to miss our living room the most. It has always been a hub of our life, but it has become even more so in the past year. The living room is where Will and I have had some of the most meaningful conversations of our relationship. It’s where we sat down hours after he officially moved in and minutes after we completed a huge kitchen project and realized the pipes in the ceiling were leaking – which led to another huge home project. It’s where I worked for the majority of my pregnancy because I was so nauseous in the first trimester and then simply got comfortable with Daisy tucked by my side. It was where I spent the majority of my time recovering from Little Bird’s c-section birth while Will took care of both of us. It is where Little Bird has had most of her firsts – first smile, roll over, sit up, and tentative steps. It is where there are currently toys strewn from one end to the other, contained only by the gates that keep her safe. It’s where we’ve made so many memories.
But even with the sentimental attachments, there are so many things I’m not going to miss. The stairs that make me worry endlessly about Little Bird (even with the gates). The many places where we’re able to collect things we don’t need. The many surfaces where it is easy to amass clutter. The mail slot in the front door that sends Daisy into a barking frenzy everyday during Little Bird’s nap.
I am ready to simplify our life. To make it more about living outdoors and enjoying our family than about stuff and things. To live adventurously and break the mold we’ve always known. To adjust to a new way of life and a new way of thinking.