I’m attempting to fall decorate… however aside from the wood pumpkin I made by the front door, everything I’m touching seems to be turning into Christmas instead, thanks to all the Buffalo Check touches I’m putting in. Hmm… So I stop, because we are at the start of fall thankyouverymuch!
p.s. I may have some October Christmas posts coming up…
And with a yard squeaky clean from all that flowerbed removal, I’m finding myself in this weird lull.
As if, the schedule has been completely cleared. It feels like I’m suppose to wind things down.
That could be because I’m heading on a jet plane in mid October… ever notice how your mind slowly quits when you know you’ll be going away?
Whatever ‘it’ is, I do have a story to share that I would NEVER EVER have been able to accomplish all on my own.
Thank goodness for Walter.
During my current ‘clean out all the corners’ frenzy, time and time (and time) again, my eyes landed on the travel trailer.
I’d mutter to myself, “One day I have to deal with that…” but always walked right past it. It was stuffed to the rafters with camping equipment we hadn’t touched in a few years.
Even though we were no longer using the trailer, I wasn’t in a big rush to get rid of it. I always thought perhaps we’d camp one more season, or park it on some lake front property that I bought for some screamin’ deal of a miracle price. Then I could renovate it!
But then I reasoned our flying vacations would probably end. Which I didn’t want. I wanted to jump on a plane MORE.
Back and forth. Back and forth. So I did nothing.
But the trailer being there was a reminder that we weren’t using it. These things need to be used in order to keep working right.
What’s one more weight of the world on me anyway?
Until Walter showed up.
Walter my pruner arrived late in the summer for an explosion of new pruning we prearranged. He was actually hugely delayed due to being so busy. So we had more than ever to clean up PLUS the addition of removing all the flower beds in the backyard to free up my yard workload. It was a massive 2-3 day job ahead.
This would mean that we’d need to get his excavator in… which meant moving the trailer.
That’s when Walter turned towards the unit and said, “Ever have thoughts on letting it go? We’re after something just like that…”
Oh goodness. I wanted to scream a high pitched YES but dug in my heels HARD.
This was a baby book on wheels after all!
Besides, my son’s ice cream bucket filled with rubber apes was still in the trailer. You read that right. My baby grew up camping and this would be a hard one to relinquish.
I honestly was caught off guard with the question, however I HAD been wishing it was just gone so I didn’t have to keep worrying about it!
So I told him I was open to the ‘idea’, and for sure, bring his wife over for a peek…
“Can we come this evening?”
That meant 3 hours. I was thinking more like, ‘give me a month’s notice..’
That trailer’s been sitting for 4 years fully loaded (and then some) and I need to get it camera ready for a viewing in 3 short hours?!
“Uh… sure! I’ll be home…” I squeaked out.
And then he left.
What had I just done?
So I entered the trailer door, and was greeted to stuff piled to the ceiling from every surface.
Shaking my head, the needed adrenaline (I had been missing all summer I might add!) kicked in high gear and I started heaving stuff out the door onto the lawn without even thinking twice.
There was no time to think even once.
I focused on just the junk you could see. Everything got carried out, then all the surfaces got buffed until they sparkled. I attempted a few cupboards but ran out of time.
Later that evening, I heard them drive in as I was filling up a galvanized thing with water for some fresh cut hydrangeas for the trailer table.
As I carted out the flowers to meet them, I was happy to see they brought their two girls!
So we all clamoured into the trailer for ‘the tour’.
In a nutshell, they loved it.
I will never forget the vision of those sweet girls bouncing from one bed to the next, giggling and chatting about their vacations to come. And their beautiful Mom running her hand along the surfaces, appreciating everything she saw.
They looked good in there. SO good.
But…gulp. My mind put on the brakes.
I wasn’t sure I was ready.
Turns out I didn’t have to be ready quite yet. That’s when things got super weird. Walter had a bunch of family things transpiring and our communication just stopped.
I honestly thought they changed their mind.
So during that lull, I had plenty of time to relive all the what-ifs that were driving me insane. Again.
After 2 long weeks, once I did a massive pros and cons list, it became much more clearer. I reasoned my truck wasn’t reliable enough to pull it, I knew I’d need to put more money into it to take it on the road, and for what? For one more camping trip? Nothing added up.
So before I heard back from Walter, I resolved it was time to let it go even if they no longer desired it.
But my gut said it was theirs. Even if they couldn’t swing it then, I resolved I’d hold it for them until they could.
Because it was them or nothing. I wouldn’t do it if they didn’t want it.
That finalization was so strong it was like the words were audible. “IT’S THEIRS.”
And not a minute before I came to that conclusion, the phone rang.
It was Walter. They were still interested, and Walter wanted to know if he could take one more look around to test out a few things. Sure thing! He came that day.
And after viewing… we agreed on the deal.
Then he said, “Can we do it tonight?”
3 hours. Again.
I didn’t even do anything else to the trailer since the first viewing! It needed HOURS of work.
But that’s ok, it would be another real push, but I already knew it was theirs, so why not?
No time to cry, right?
“Sure! Cya later!”
MADNESS I TELL YA.
Naturally, I did make it (and the big travel junk pile in the backyard proved that point well) but believe you me, I pushed so hard I was numb.
And I think that was a very good thing.
Otherwise I may have changed my mind.
Next up, we met at the insurance place to swap plates.
Grateful for a moment to finally sit, I didn’t want to think too hard. I may have to schedule some crying in but not right then… please oh please…
I blinked back happy tears.
This is when I think I may have frightened the poor man. I turned to him, absolutely BEAMING mad woman style, and squealed, “The plate! It’s your initials. This was meant to be your trailer all along! I KNEW IT! I JUST KNEW IT!”
I’m not sure he ever recovered, but I know I sure did!
It made me think of Toy Story where the toys come to life once Andy leaves his bedroom. They gather around and plan things, then go limp once Andy shows up again, where they have the time of their lives together.
That trailer was about to embark on the best time of ITS life! Thanks to that lovely family that helped me through this massive hurdle that needed dealing with.
The burden of yet another big in-your-face decision was lifted.
Let the new dreams begin!
Which means one of two things… less stuff to move, or more space to build.
To be continued.
p.s. But since I booked in Maui a couple of days after all this, let’s start there…
And to celebrate the trailer’s departure, here’s a few popular past posts…
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