I Kind of Love Moving

“I got the kids packed! We’re ready to go!” Brian playfully announces.

HA! If only it was that easy…

Brian’s not entirely wrong though. Just like the trees releasing their autumn leaves, this moving process has been all about letting things go. Aside from the kids, their stuff and a few bags of clothes for ourselves, we won’t be bringing much else. Our family of four is moving into a very small house, which is already inhabited by two of our lovely friends, their two big dogs, and one very shy cat. A couple of months ago, Caleb and Ashley graciously invited us to share their house, so we can all work together to convert a couple of school buses into mobile tiny homes.

A Life In and Out of Boxes

Despite the anxiety generated by huge life changes and hours of hard work, I have always kind of loved moving.

Throughout my entire adulthood I have had a habit of picking up my roots over and over again. Since moving out of my parents’ house, the longest I have ever stayed in one building was 4 years. It was a big, 100 year old house that had been converted into cute apartments. And even then, I spent only two years in the upstairs apartment and then moved downstairs to a bigger unit after our first child was born. Those time worn wooden floors welcomed a lot of magic into my life. It was where my life path drastically changed. It was where I found my soul mate, our two beautiful children were created there, and it was the first place we called home as a family.

We left the magical old house a little over a year ago, to move into one of the cheapest two bedroom apartments in the entire city. Me being able to be home with the kids has always been a top priority for Brian and I. However, Brian’s job is hourly, he doesn’t make that much money. When our second child came along, we had to cut our expenses down to the bare minimum to make all this work financially.

Dreaming of a Home that Wanders

But I am growing weary from over a decade of continuous transitions. I am so eager to build our bus-home. It will be a way to finally honor my competing needs: my tendency for transience and my growing desire for stability. We will finally have the freedom to chase our wanderlust while taking our home with us everywhere we go.

I know this project, this ginormous lifestyle change is going to take a tremendous amount of work. And deep breathes. I have always been an anxiety prone creature, especially in the face of the unknown. But I can’t let my fears of possible failure keep us from trying something completely new.

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Aaaaaaand now the box is a slide.

Want to see the next step of our journey? Click here to read “Settled”.