I spent all day yesterday moving stuff from the trailer to the house. It was shocking to see how much we had crammed into that tiny space. A whole house full of necessities is now back in the house, while the "extras" remain in storage. I really like this lack of clutter, and think I'll just leave most of the decorative stuff where it is, packed away in boxes.
The biggest difference in living in a house, after living in a trailer, is the size--well, that, and the fact that nothing moves. It's like we've been on a boat all this time, and I'm still not used to solid ground. And the distance I have to cover just to grab a pen seems enormous now. In the trailer I could just stand in one place and pivot around, reaching everything from one place. We would joke, no matter where you go, you're already there. But having to walk across a whole house to get to things isn't so bad. I think of it as exercise. And the dogs love having all this room to romp. They run and play together now, and are happier than I've ever seen them.
I'm happy again too. So is Rick. We were in shock the first day, not sure what had just happened. But now we're remembering all the things we liked about this house to begin with. It's still too big for us, and we'd still like to sell it and get something more manageable. But for now, this is really quite nice.
This morning I'm shopping for a new vaccuum--something we didn't need in the trailer, and the one we left here was turned into a poop-vac... peeee-yooooo! Gotta buy a new one, and a full size tea kettle. The tiny things that work so well on the road are just plain too small here. We'll just keep the trailer stuff in the trailer. It will wait there for us, and we'll use it again. And if we decide to retire it from the road, it will make a terrific guest house.
Talking to a friend yesterday, I joked that I'd probably keep changing things, that I'd never be happy. She laughed and said she wasn't going to be the one to point that out to me. And it's true, sort of. Maybe I'll never be satisfied, because that would mean being finished. Happy, yes. I can be happy. I am happy. But life is a creative process, always expanding, always changing. And in that way, I don't even want to be satisfied. Happy satisfaction in each little moment, just as it is, is all I can ask for. And when I remember to feel that, everything else just falls into place.