I have serious cottage-love. If the space is small and cramped and cozy (and incidentally easy to clean) I’m in! So we’ve come to some decisions around the homestead and finally finally husband has agreed we can start looking for a home that better reflects our desired lifestyle (more walking, less driving, less cleaning, more living), which translates into finding a smaller (much smaller) home in the central part of Bellingham. Closer to parks, stores, and all things pedestrian friendly.
Our house will enter the market the first part of July and we’ll officially throw our hat into the ring of slow-moving real estate and dashed hopes. If we don’t sell, we’ll try again next year. Meanwhile, we’ve found a lovely intermediary step.
We bought a trailer. It’s luxurious, but compact, bunkbeds for kids with doors that close, bathrooms (yes more than one) and an outdoor shower and all kinds of other bells and whistles. The trailer is parked at this family-friendly little resort where they have bike paths, a swimming pool, and community center. Oh. And wireless Internet. Did I mention that we call this “camping”?
If we sell our house before we find another (which is highly likely) we have a place to land so we’re not rushed into any decisions.
I’m somewhat embarrassed by my love of this trailer. It’s silly and lovely and so easy to manage. I sigh when I walk in the door. It’s the closest thing to home I’ve felt in a long long time.
Just don’t tell the real campers my secret.