Dave retired, and our trepidation of being together 24 hours a day in 300 sq feet proved to be groundless. We're enjoying each other and learning so much about ourselves. I have learned the joy of being still and Dave has learned that he doesn't have to cram everything into a weekend, which makes him more open to new adventures.
We were happy to witness the completion of the Blount County War Dead Memorial. A two year project, we were able to see it finished before we left.
We said goodbye to family and friends and headed south, to Florida. It's our first winter base while we plan our spring and summer journey up the East Coast.
We said hello to new friends, Janey and Jim, who are helping ease our temporary homesickness as we adapt to our new life.
Sage and Chacho have taken to this new life like pros. Chacho loves his walks with Daddy and as long as he has his pillow and blanket, he's happy. When we're driving, he loves to be on the dash in his bed. I have quite a few pictures of state signs with his ears In them. Sage had a few adjustment periods, but she's getting better at this new life.
We've made changes and changed the changes. Instead of getting residency in Florida, we plan on staying Tennessee residents.
It hasn't all been easy. Learning to live this life requires us to find a sense of purpose. Our first month here in Florida, we slept late every day, laid around and became somewhat depressed. Now, we try to get up at a reasonable time and plan fun stuff a couple of days a week. We still have duties. Cleaning, cooking and maintenance are still necessary, just on a smaller scale.
The biggest lesson was in learning to live this way. It's not a camping vacation. This is our everyday life. I still need to plan meals and grocery shop. We don't sit outside with a campfire every night. We try for once a week, as a treat. We still wash dishes and clothes, watch tv and live a normal life.
So, nine months into living in our mobile house has taught me that I love the minimal lifestyle and I could never go back to living in a house.
I love being a nomadic homebody. I love just picking up and going somewhere new, and having all my creature comforts of home with me. No packing suitcases, no security lines at the airport. Just my chair, my bed, my bathroom and my stuff with me, no matter where I go.
Life is good. How is yours?