We've had bigger motorhomes in the past, and after a couple American Coach products, we came to refer to them all as "a coach." Even when we had the Hitchhiker 5th wheel, to us it was still a coach. Last night was our move back into the motorhome. This is the shortest time that we have moved out of it and then back in again... 3 weeks.
It was a long day yesterday... a long, hot, sweaty day. The moving pods are packed. Before coming over to the motorhome, we each got one last soak in the bathtub in the house. That jacuzzi tub is probably my favorite thing about that house. But, we move on.
Today, Joan will be cleaning the house one last time, so when the new owners get here tomorrow, everything will be spic and span (do people still say that?). I will be checking tires, engine fluid, etc, on all the conveyances.
The next couple days, we will be going through the house with the new owners to make sure they are comfortable with all the smart stuff, show them how to use the hurricane shutters, talk about shutting down the house when they go back north.
And then - we are off on this next chapter.
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Done. Really. Every conveyance we own is packed. We are both wiped. The moving pods get picked up tomorrow; next time we see 'em will be in Arizona. I hope.
I took Rufus for a walk this evening. The RV lot we are on has a lower level patio - it's the way most of the RV waterfront lots were originally. I opened the gate and Rufus walked down the steps to look around the patio and dock.
After inspecting the area thoroughly, he walked back up the stairs, across the lot and out onto the street. When I asked him, "Are you ready to go home?" he turned and headed for... home. As in: what used to be our house, across the street. I let him walk down the sidewalk and to the dock... "Our dock is nicer, huh?"
I told him, "Well, it isn't our dock anymore, buddy." Back up the sidewalk and he turned to go up the stairs to the front door of the house. "Nope, we have to go back across the street to the motorhome."
"What about my big chair? I don't have a big chair in the motorhome!" The boy has a point. I promised him there will be another big chair when we furnish the new house. He's not so sure.
Some changes ahead for all of us.
2 comments:
He doesn't have a big chair, but he has dad's lap while driving and mom's too when you guys are settled for the nights along the way. Poor Ruf will get by, because.... he's a good boy. [drink]
We've been in our house here 16 years as of last weekend. I remember those bittersweet feelings of transition, but I also remember the whole process of packing, prepping the house for sale (new paint and carpet) and physically moving from Anchorage down to Boise. All while trying to keep my business running. The last step was flying the Cardinal down through Canada. Those 22 flight hours took a whole week due to October weather, even though I was IFR capable. I did not want to fly IFR through the Yukon and BC and miss the scenery.
He IS a good boy. Ruf has been very adaptable, considering all the new things in the past 5 years.
I imagine that flight from Alaska to Idaho was spectacular... although the "what if" scenarios about where to land if there was an emergency and all that rough terrain and forests could cause some angst. Living in western South Dakota when we had planes meant we were flying over the Rockies for anything going west. Some beautiful scenery.
Watching those moving pods go away yesterday drove home thoughts about transitions. I'm interested to see "what fits" as we make this move into the new house. It certainly doesn't have the designed-in storage as the house we just vacated. But, that's just "stuff" - we are so looking forward to more time with Steph and Dan. And discovering new places to go out west.
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