We spent years working hard and redoing each inch of the house and just as Murphy would have it we moved out not even a month after we finished the last room.
We didn't sell the house but instead kept it and try and rent it to families/individuals that will enjoy it as much as we enjoyed making it be what it is today. In between these people who make our home theirs we do updates and tweak the things that need tweaking and so for a short time every few years I find myself once again elbow deep in projects.
It is not as satisfying as when you get to enjoy the fruits of your labors. It is in these moments when I sometimes fantasize about selling everything we own and living as vagrants popping over and living with family and friends as we make our way across the United States and beyond to see what it all has to offer.
It may seem like a crazy idea but I often feel like the stuff I own gets int eh way of... well me... being me.
Am I alone in my dreams of wandering?
Live. Love. Loud.