After only one month on the market, my house sold. I was both elated and panic-stricken. Elated because I had one less thing to be concerned about in this big life-changing move. Panic-stricken because I was going to be homeless for seven months while I finished the duties of my teaching career and finalized the purchase of my future home, a Winnebago RV.
Of course, it was silly to worry because my family came to my rescue and took me in and therein lies the tale.
You walk a razor’s edge when you move in with family. Even when you like and even love each other, you soon find that the liking and loving works quite well…from a distance.
Within mere days I went from living a rather sedate, organized, single life in my own home to living with a young family and their three dogs; each with their own personalities and routines.
It was a seven month mad hatter’s tea party in the best possible way with each of us taking our turn at reciting the salvation mantra, “It’s only temporary, it’s only temporary.”
I thank my lucky stars for my daughter, Amber and her family: husband Todd, daughters Kaitlyn and Arianna and pug dogs Molly, Milo and Buddy. They offered to let me stay with them until I went on the road. They tolerated their dream-chasing mother and grandmother being the ever-present house guest with grace, lots of kindness and grace.
Although, on the day I was leaving, as I descended their driveway in the Winnebago I thought I heard a champagne cork popping. Odd, they don’t drink!
(aka Tin Can Traveler)