The majority of our family and close friends are familiar with our plan to sell our home, a BUNCH of our STUFF, and move in to a fifth wheel toy hauler and travel Matt’s sales territory as a family.
The very first weekend following the birth of “This Crazy Idea” we started purging the top layer of our stuff. The stuff we don’t need, but on the same hand don’t really have a need to get rid of either, a curse to owning 1,000 square foot per person in the family. Every one I’ve talked to about that layer of stuff seems to have a layer just like it. Lol.
That layer felt good to clear out, and was easy to do with the excitement of all the possibilities to come with the new lifestyle. But we’re not naive enough to think it’s all going to be as easy. And for the record, we do plan on keeping a shipping container with family heirloom furniture and other keepsakes and/or items we may want if we decide to “land” again after a couple years on the road.
Yesterday we delivered the first piece of “stuff” causing any kind of “hurt” for me. I’ll heal, but it’s certainly got me thinking, “It is Happening!”
Any guesses as to what it was?
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