Today, someone asked me if I’m going home for Christmas.
I told them that I am already home.
I will be home no matter where I park, because I will always be bringing my home with me. My 330 sq. foot home has wheels.
With family in Oklahoma, Maine, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Florida, Indiana and Montana, I could never really gather my entire family in one place, so maybe I’ll spend Christmas in a different state each year.
This year it’s Florida.
I’m a bit of a gypsy. I’ve lived in the first five of those states, plus New Jersey and Tennessee. I moved to Oklahoma four times, Florida twice, New Hampshire twice and I have owned fifteen houses.
But, from now on, no matter which destination I choose, with my family and friends safe in my heart and only a phone call away, I will always be home for Christmas.
I can clean my entire house and outside area in an hour, including changing the bed.
I don’t have to think about laundry every day because I don’t have a washer and dryer.
The laundry sits in the basket for a week until I go to the laundromat. Yay!
I always know where my little dog is sleeping.
If my neighbors are annoying, I just move.
I love cooking on my tiny stove in my tiny pans and flipping eggs with my tiny spatulas.
I only have clothes that I like and actually wear now.
In the middle of the night, the bathroom is remarkably close.
My bed is in the living room. So is the kitchen.
I like the word rolling. I like doing it even more.
If no one knows where I am on my birthday, I can skip a year.
It’s not official until you eat the cake.
I can chase sunshine and never endure a below freezing winter again.
It’s my last night in Oklahoma, for now.
Tomorrow morning, I head out to Florida.
Tonight, I learned to raise the jacks and hitch up the trailer, including sway bars and chains. Sway bars are heavy!
I bought a shoulder bag for my one lonely computer (we lost three comrades to downsizing) and for my three external hard drives.
Perfect computer bag and it was on sale.
I downloaded two full older WD drives, a desktop and two laptops onto my Western Digital 4 TB external drive. 985, 161, 000 files.
Almost a million files. I was shocked.
I still have another external hard drive, my one laptop and a baggie full of flash drives to back-up, so I’m sure to climb over the million mark.
Tucked my tablet in the bag too.
I destroyed two old hard drives and I was really proud that I could let them go.
Usually, I back-up files and keep both copies, which explains almost a million files.
Today, I learned how to flush the poo poo away, disconnect the sewer, electric and water. Also hooked up the truck and trailer for the trip.
I drove for a few hours and was quite impressed at how well the 2011 Chevy Silverado pulled my 20-foot Coachmen Apex Nano.
I was even more impressed when I pulled off the highway, then into a midsize Shell gas station and parked perfectly at the gas pumps!
That Shell sign looked sweet as sunshine beaming down on my tiny house on wheels.
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Before I moved into my tiny house on wheels, I got rid of 95% of what was in my ten-room house.
I saved two tiny kitchen pans that are special to me, and it was a good decision.
Last night, I cooked hamburgers in my tiny frying pan, then used it to make a tiny batch of chili.
It was difficult to decide on how much of each spice to toss in to about four cups of chili, but the end result was delicious.
We had burgers for lunch, and I stored the chili in a tiny pot and it fit perfectly into my tiny fridge.
Instead of a gallon of chili, I had enough to feed me four very filling meals.
Why am I up at 6 o’clock in the morning you might ask. Well first, I had to get out of bed and catch a tree frog who was plopping around in my kitchen.
I’ve been really wanting to see one, but I didn’t want to see one in my kitchen. Actually, in my kitchen, living room, bedroom.
Luckily, my dog, Maggie Mae, didn’t even wake up because she would be freaked out forever.
That dog fears her own shadow, let alone a tree frog in her tiny house. That is something she would never forget.
Then, I went to the bathroom and thought my ponytail holder was a huge grass spider. I started whacking it with a dish towel. Fully awake now. I almost killed an inanimate object.
Moving right along, the night before last, I was cooking a sweet potato when flames burst out of my microwave and the whole trailer filled with smoke.
Mind you, I bought a brand-new trailer so I wouldn’t have any problems.
But this morning, I’m up at 6:00 a.m. so the trailer can go to the dealer. The only dealer out of four who would take me for warranty work, because they take in their own customers first.
Funny, they don’t tell you that when they say you have a one-year warranty, good anywhere in the USA.
I only got this appointment because somebody canceled, or it would have been a month.
Honestly, I’m trying to rough it, but it’s really rough if I can’t heat the dog food.
Hopefully it’ll be fixed, before my daughter gets here to visit tonight or tomorrow morning,
Otherwise, I hope Motel 6 really does leave the light on, because tonight, we might be looking for one.
I always try to see the best in a bad situation.
This one has amused me to the point of laughing hysterically.
I’m sitting under the blue lights with my coffee, hoping that tree frog doesn’t jump on my head now.
One thing life has taught me, the story that I can write about almost anything can turn it into an adventure, and on the plus side, I might actually get to see a Florida sunrise.
I’m also thankful that I wasn’t sleeping or on the road when the microwave flamed, because it has been smelling like burnt plastic all along, and I thought it was burning off the new smell. LOL
P.S. Coachman Apex Nano, 2019. I’ve had it for three months, and the list for repairs today is a page long. Already replaced two roof fan shields that crumbled, outside speaker and two jacks. Dealer also has to replace refrigerator.