We officially have no permanent residence. This feels so odd to actually put onto paper.
We had our lease-end inspection this morning, handed over keys and garage door openers. We said our goodbyes to our cute little house with the big back deck and our blue birds who visit daily, hooked up the trailer, loaded into the Jeep and headed on down the road to Kanab, Utah.
For weeks, Jay and I have been discussing if this choice makes us homeless. True we don't have a sticks and bricks home, but our conclusion is that we are not destitute, we are not without the ability to obtain another home and have a camper/roof over our heads and a camper = home, therefore, we are not homeless. I know it's simply semantics, but it is something to consider.
What is home? When you get down to it, I truly believe that home is anywhere you are with the ones you love. Home is where you lay your head at night and give thanks for all you have.
So, whether, you live in a mansion, a travel trailer, or anything in between, remember to fill your home with love and joy. Home is what you make it, or in our case, Home is where you park it.
Blessings,
Mandy
You now know the true meaning of life and living. Your home is with the ones you love.
ReplyDeleteThings we collect to place in our houses is just "stuff". You, Jay and you lovely pups are your heart and home.