House Hunting

We’re still looking to move the trailer, but so far we haven’t been able to find a place we’d want to put down roots. It’s easy to think this is due to the very nature of living in trailers, which are after all transitory—and designed for a life on the go. But Sweetie and I don’t think that’s the problem. We’ll find it. We’ve come close, have visited trailers not for sale in places we could see a long history ahead of us. People tell us this is a buyers market and for some I’m sure that’s true. It hasn’t proved to be a buyers market for us, but this could all change at the drop of a hat.

In the meantime, we’re doing the little things needed to put our own trailer on the market—things like painting the back porch and putting the yard in order. Sweetie and I attacked the garage the other afternoon and once again we’ve managed to carve out a small swath that allows us to stand in the middle and spin in confused lazy circles while looking for old flower vases hidden near the bottom of a still yet unpacked box.

We’ve talked about having a yard sale this weekend, but here it’s Thursday already and very little headway has been made. Doesn’t mean it isn’t going to happen, it just means that there are things to do…pieces that need to be put in place to get us there.

Right now I have buried myself into a comfortable chair at the café and I’m having a little trouble keeping my eyes open. No, more coffee wont help…I have dust in the corners of my eyes and a neck not strong enough to keep my head upright. My problem isn’t lack of caffeine but lack of the real thing.