Packing and Insomnia

Hello night owls!  This is our very last night in our home and I cannot seem to sleep.  I thought that I would be more emotional about it, but I think that I am just too tired to even think about it.  We have had a very taxing week.  Between packing, sorting, consigning, donating, moving the Airstream……yeah I am beat.  The estate sale starts tomorrow and we have to be out of here by 7:30 am sharp.  Yet, here I am typing at 3:00 am in this blog.  Lord, save me from myself.  I need all the prayer I can get sometimes.  I never really understood what the term the devil is in the details meant, until this past week.  Anything that could of gone wrong did.  My anxiety was through the roof and I wanted to murder someone, anyone.  Yet, here we are on our last night.  Sometimes you just have to give it to God and let it roll……see you on the road in the morning!


Packing and Crying….

Today is bitter sweet.  I am the third generation living in our family home that we just rented to a lovely young family.  I have been packing up all the pictures, artwork, photos, etc.  Some I will miss and some I cried packing up.  Especially the ones of my grandmother.  This was her home and my dad grew up here.  Heck, I grew up here and then moved back a few years ago.  While I was typing this I was crying and eating my fifth taco (a beer might be next).  I needed the break from packing, but I needed to reflect a bit.  I am going to miss this old home…..the people….this small town…….my neighbors and most important my family.  My parents live three doors down.  My only sibling lives a few miles down the road with my niece and nephew that I love to the moon and back.  All this to move into an Airstream full time.  I am so excited to do this with Don and see this great country of ours, but it sure is bitter sweet.  I need a hug and an ice cream today xo

We had a Shitty Day!!

First run with Alice and Lucky went well, except for Sunday. I am making breakfast when all of a sudden Charlene says, “Don are you emptying the tanks?” She points out the window and all I can see is brown sludge coming up through the waste connection and draining all underneath our trailer. Thank God my tanks were closed, because the sewage was going up our hose and getting on everything we had including what was sitting outside the trailer. Needless to say, we threw the food in the trash and went out to breakfast (lol). Looks like we will be replacing some items. On a positive note, we didn’t kill each other and we will continue to get on the road.  We won’t say anything bad about the KOA in Coatesville; but the Manager on the other hand……

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