One month ago we were under contract on a sweet little farm house. A house I have been eyeing for 10 months. One that was much too much when it first went on the market and we watched as it slowly dropped in price, went into foreclosure, came back on the market, had two other people wanting it, and finally ended up in our name some how. This house screamed "home" at me, at Chris, and our boys were excited too. However, the house came with flaws. Dated septic systems, an illegal second home, well water next to a fracking zone...the list went on. So much that after meeting with the Town of Erie, Boulder County, and with ourselves, we decided to back out. It felt painful to say no, but it was the responsible and right choice.
That night, while licking our wounds and talking in bed I turned to Chris and said, "Do you need to be in Colorado to do your job?"
"No"
"How about we pack this life up and travel for a year?"
"Yes!"
Since then we have had the plan approved by Chris' work, had an intense lesson in fifth wheels, pull behinds, trucks, RV's, slide outs, and hitches. We found a fifth wheel and truck across the country where Chris happened to be headed for a work trip, pulled all our money from the banks and made a purchase.
And here we are. Proud owners of a fifth wheel, truck, van, jeep, camper, pop up and house. The work has begun on downsizing. Selling. Donating, Trashing. We have tons to get rid of and lots to learn, but we have an estimated departure date of Sept. 21st and huge smiles on our faces.
Let the adventure begin, who knows what the next 20 days have in store.
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