We’re moving out of the RV in less than a week. It’s like we’ve been stuck in limbo for months, and now we’re suddenly not. I don’t think we’ve really processed this, and I don’t think we really will. We’ll be in a 4 bedroom, 2 story home this time next week, and maybe then it will hit us.
Scott has been interviewing for a few jobs, and while he didn’t get the one we thought would have been perfect for him, we are now sure it’s because that’s not the door that was meant to open for him, for us. We couldn’t wait any longer on job news to get settled into a house, though. The school year is rapidly approaching, and we need to get the kids settled and ready for all of that.
So we applied for a rental house, based solely on my income. It was equal parts terrifying and empowering. We were approved within 24 hours and a day later we signed the lease. Since the house is empty, we get to move in as soon as we want, and since our monthly RV spot is up next week, that’s when we will.
It’s not nearly as big as our last house, but it’s hardly tiny. Lowell and Wallace will, in theory, share a bedroom (but we all know they’ll still end up in our bed every night) and Kendall and Leyna will each have their own room. There’s an upstairs game room that has a “closet,” but it’s actually a teeny tiny room with it’s own window and AC vent, and it’s gonna be my home office!
There’s a yard big enough for our dogs, and the landlord has given the ok to a pug and a mastiff, so an Arlo & Rosie reunion is imminent as soon as we get settled.
It’s weird how this can be our life right now- slow living, tiny living, RV living- and soon it won’t be. Just like that, we’ll ease back into house living. We’ll spread out. We’ll get back to what many consider “normalcy.”
I suspect it will take some time for normalcy to feel normal to us again.