There never was any real intent here, just ramblings and thoughts when the urge arose. Guess I must be getting older and less inspired. Darned near a year passed and nowt written. There is no defense offered, none needed. It's been a busy while, things happened and life is good still.
The restoration of the old house here at The 12 is a fading memory, it's too far gone and so are we.
Sylv once said that she's not leaving the 12 again, because if we do we'll be robbed blind and loose those possessions we hold dear.
Her mindset got me pondering, as it often does.
We love to travel, particularly through the winter months, yet we cannot leave home for more than a day or two without risking robbery. We are prisoners of our possessions.
If we rebuilt the old house, everything we put into it would be a shackle to this propriety, emotionally, financially and physically.
Then my mind wandered towards options and the bigger, long term outlook for our lives. We are both heading towards our senior years and all that entails. We have lived in 6 houses in our lifetime together, every move bringing upheaval. That thought provoked the usual reflex of "never again".
We don't want to change house again, so how do we avoid it?
Simple: You take your house with you.
We've had a small cabin for many years that we never use, located at a campground we never enjoyed. So we cancelled our memberships, picked up the cabin, brought it home and embarked on a project like few others. It's now mounted on a massive steel skid, insulated to beat heck, a new roof, an addition and by spring, will be our permanent home. And that's the key. Permanent.
If the approaching years demand we move closer to our children, our home comes with us. We'll move our home, but we'll not leave it.
Van-dwelling, downsizing and tiny houses are all the rage but we're just not cool enough for that. We have too much stuff ....and we're not giving it up. A lifetime of collecting and creating who we are. We know we're not a couple of old hippies and we don't care what anyone else thinks. In fact, many quietly envy being able to live as we do. No mortgage, no worry of collapsing house values.
Nutty perhaps. And that's fine with us. We're doing what we feel is right, not to be trendy, not doing what the rest of the herd is doing. It's us.
And what fun it is! No architect, no approvals. Just the responsibility of protecting our own interests and safety. We can create whatever we can dream up that can be hauled down the highway.
When we leave the 12, we'll leave nothing behind. No house, no home, no investment other than the trees and gardens we've developed here. We're not buying into "The dream" of building forever, to leave it tomorrow.
And when we are done with our little cabin, it will pass to our children or perhaps grandchildren.
Whoever might care to embark on a similar path of simple living.
Our gift, with our love. Their home, for their dreams.
