And honestly, I don’t seem to have the creative energy to write anything else. I can’t even come up with a unique header photo, so I’m posting a photo of sunset off of our dock from a couple of nights ago. Again. But that’s okay. We never tire of that view.
After two months of craziness like we NEVER could have anticipated, we will be closing on our house February 1st. After five offers and four flaky buyers, we finally seem to have found a sane buyer who can follow through. The inspection was satisfactory, the survey is done, the negotiations are complete, the contracts are signed, and their deposit is non-refundable as of midnight last night.
We’re really doing this.
Living In The In-Between
The past couple of months have brought home to me how challenging it is to live in the in-between places in life. If I look at this from a philosophical viewpoint, the reality is that life itself is an in-between place, a brief bright moment between one unknown and another.
But that doesn’t help me when I’m trying to find an Airbnb that allows cats. And trying to guess when the house might sell. And juggling Airbnb reservations so that we don’t get stuck with thousands of dollars in non-refundable deposits.
All of my creative energy has been consumed by making lists and more lists, plans and more plans. Every piece of this move rests on every other piece, like a house of cards. So all of those ‘perfect’ plans I made early on have had to be adjusted and readjusted, several times.
But that’s okay. It’s all working out.
We will be in Gainesville for a month instead of two months. And just for fun, we added on a week in Cedar Key before heading back to Eastpoint to pick up our stuff in storage. Then it’s on to South Carolina for almost two months, followed by a two-month rental in our tiny house village in North Carolina to oversee the final aspects of our house build. Our new little home is supposed to be ready sometime in early June. But our rental extends through the first week of July…just in case.
The Challenge Of Trailer-Less Life
We’re dropping our trailer off in Gainesville at an RV dealer to be sold on consignment. Although our 27-foot trailer is not enormous in the realm of full-time traveling, it’s too big for us for our part-time travels. And so is our truck.
But we are definitely getting another, smaller trailer once we get settled in North Carolina. The sticker shock of Airbnbs is enough to make us certain that we will be getting another trailer. Even more problematic is finding Airbnbs that will take cats.
I can’t really blame people for not wanting to rent to travelers with cats. Even though Magnolia has turned into a well-behaved kitty, not all kitties are well-behaved. But I wish people would stop posting videos on Instagram of cats doing absolutely terrible things, even though they are hilarious and I spend far too much time watching them.
Time To Start Packing
I think back to our naiveté of January 2020, when we pulled into the driveway here to tackle rooting out and selling my folks’ place. Little did we know that our life journey would take us through a pandemic, the grief of losing both of my parents, renovating this house and deciding to make it our home, selling our home in Oregon, and stopping our full time travels. And now, selling this house that has become home and moving to a tiny house in North Carolina.
I stood on the dock yesterday evening after coming back from my long daily afternoon walk, enjoying the rhythmic lapping of the waves against the shore, the pelicans flying low over the bay, the extraordinary peace of this place. We’ll miss this. And we’re ready to move on.
It’s time to get those boxes and start packing.