Could I have chosen a more cheesy post title? I don't think so. And yet, it stays. It's what I'm feeling right now. We've condensed our lives into a 5th wheel. We've weeded, stored, and shoved until all that what's left is: Cozy beds
that turn into chairs,
smoothies and croc pot soups,
Despite the harrowing appearance of this rig, the trampoline safely made the move, and no one got hurt. There are currently up to four children occupying the tramp every second there is daylight.
Apparently, we treasure nutrition, exercise, and coziness. That's happy. When push comes to shove, I honestly wasn't totally sure what was most important to our family. This condensing process brought and unexpected clarity along with the presumed simplicity.
On a personal level, the greatness of this transition has been settling in this week. Some nights, after the kids went to sleep and Jeremy was at the old house, cleaning his brains out so we'd get every possible penny back from our security deposit, I'd sit alone on the bed as sounds of rain tapped on the thin trailer roof while my mind wrapped around the details of it all. So many questions raced through my head, some of them helpful, some of them not. Evenings have been filled with weeding through emotions and thoughts; pulling out the bad and cultivating the good. When it all comes down to it, I know we made the right decision. Excitement of relieving the weight of debt remains, friendship with the amazing family we're renting a piece of land from daily increases, our surroundings are breathtaking, and I'm learning how amazing close community can be (no, it is not a commune, and it never will be. As long as we don't give it a name, it cannot be a commune...).
Things are settling in, we're getting a better idea of what this next year will look like. The future, as well as the present, looks beautiful.