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Trailer Living: This new adventure has kept me up at night

When whatever Trailer Rehab task is done for the day and the umpeenth trip to Home Depot has been taken and the RV repairman has been scheduled for the things outside our expertise, I go to bed.

And the silence rolls in.

And I freak out.

Can the door jams be fixed? What if the fridge doesn’t work? How expensive is a hot water heater? What if all the electrical wires are eaten through by mice and there’s no electricity to anything? Did I get enough done today?

But, to be honest, mostly I’m worrying about space.

This is a big leap for me. I’m not going to deny it.

Yes. I currently live in a travel trailer. But it’s a relatively spacious 400-and-something square feet. There’s room for mom to go to bed and shut a door. There’s room for me to watch TV until midnight. There’s room for the dogs’ big crates, and there’s room for them to sleep on the love seat or move to the kitchen floor or to the carpet under the dining room table. There’s a dining room table. There’s a dining room space.

Things are about to get real small around here.

And then I start thinking about the “size matters” mentality that plagues even me – a tiny house dweller. There is this thing in me that equates comfort of mind, body and soul with the amount of square footage I’m occupying. {And this coming from the person who’s lived in her fair share of tiny places.}

Will we be comfortable? Will the dogs be comfortable?

Are we CRAZY?! 

I was telling a friend my concerns about space. His response: “Well, of course you’ll be comfortable.”

And it’s true. We will be.

This home is merely a shell. It’s a temporary covering of greater things than any number of square feet.

“Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.
But you, children of space, you restless in rest, you shall not be trapped nor tamed.
Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast.
It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye.” – Kahlil Gibran

We’re moving into our eyelid, our mast. Bravely.

Published in Holiday Rambler Trailer Living

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