That’ll explain it

All right. So here’s the dealio:

1. Yes, Tim and I plan to spend a couple of years living the RV lifestyle in the get-up we just bought.

2. No, we are not abandoning Dane. We will stay here in SA through June for his graduation, then get him settled wherever he’s going next.

3. Yes, we will be selling this house, ourselves, probably sometime in the spring. But the timeline is flexible now that we’ve got alternate living arrangements that can be parked somewhere in the school district for the duration. Just… give us time to clean the place up and get it ready.

4. No, we do not have a specific itinerary. Our plan is to use our mobility to figure out where we want to live when we grow up. A few weeks here, a few weeks there, getting a feel for where we might want to stay. We’ll honk when we’re in your driveway, mmmmkay?

5. No, it’s not forever. We’re thinking we’ll spend a year or two at it, then go back to living in something that doesn’t roll. But it’ll be small, and not in suburbia.

6. Yes, we’ll keep It’s Technical, LLC running. It’s mobile! All we need is electricity and the internet.

7. No, we’re not getting rid of everything, just a lot of it. We’ll put all the stuff we truly want to keep in storage here in SA. Some items will go with us in the rig, and the rest will gradually be sold off or donated. First yard sale is 10/25, and there’ll be lots of craigslisting too.

8. Yes, Lola will be coming with us. She is an excellent traveler.

9. Yes, we’re both excited! Our guiding principles: Life is short. Own less. Do more.

Any questions?

The day we bought it

So. Within less than 24 hours, we bought a BFT and a 5th wheel — purchases we were not expecting to make quite so soon, or so close together.

But…. during that same time period, it rained twice, hard, in San Antonio; President Clinton became a grampa; and George Clooney got married.

Rather auspicious timing, I’d say.

It is done.

<WHOMP>

<mumbles vague syllables into the carpet>

Now we gotta sell some shit.

The first clue

Today, I get an A+ in purging!

No, not that kind. Ew. The only thing that barfed is my dresser, which was the next pit stop along my Path to Lightness and Bliss through Deaccession. (OK, so we’re just getting ready for the community-wide yard sale next month, which is in turn part of our plan for radical downsizing by about this time next year. But still, having less and doing more is a goal that makes me darn near loop-de-loop skyward right here from my own living room.)

Anyway, one of my dresser drawers yielded what can best be described as “Eight Must-Have Foundation Items for A Young Lady’s Business Wardrobe”: half-slips in white, black, and ivory, two pairs of thigh-high ivory stockings, two pairs of black tights, and one set of knee-highs.

Um. Pretty sure I haven’t worn any of those things since I was a young lady, as last time I worked a 9-5 sort of job, it was a whole. nother. century.

Off they go to the ever-growing yard sale stack!

Tomorrow: my side of the bedroom closet.

<skips happily away in search of more bags and boxes>