We're getting down to the nitty gritty now. Tomorrow, junk removal guys will take away the big stuff we couldn't get rid of any other way. There's, again, a surprising amount of that. The carpets in our house will be professionally cleaned, and we will get ourselves out of the second of the three bathrooms in our (former) house. The process of this rears its head again and again. This is truly not for the weak of constitution. There are so many creature comforts to be abandoned. I already miss my dishwasher. I had forgotten how many dishes a family of four could generate. Just think about it for a moment. Three meals a day for four people. That's, at a minimum, four plates, a few miscellaneous bowls, whatever pots and pans you use for preparation and the silverware and utensils. I am beginning what I am sure will be a lengthy love affair with my Instant Pot. One pot, seven different ways to cook something. I have passed the oh-my-goodness-it's-going-to-blow-up-and-kill-us-all stage of owning an electric pressure cooker. Now, I just appreciate that it's only one thing to scrub clean.
The projects - I mean, good grief! They seem endless right now. My husband spent a good 90 minutes today putting an under-the-counter magnetic knife block in place. One must have a certain tenacity and stubborn spirit to make this type of existence work. I will readily admit that I don't have it. 15 minutes in to the knife thing, I would have called a handyman to come and do it for me. I could not have chosen a better partner for this adventure.
Ta da! I mean, it may not look amazing but until you have lived in a tiny space, you can not appreciate the space-saver that this is. That I no longer have to pull these knives out of their boxes in order to use them is nothing short of Christmas-in-June for me.
Although my husband did get me an anniversary gift (a battery-operated light that you can put in a wine bottle - and yes, it is super cool), I consider this knife block to be my real gift. This knife block is the secret to our 14 year marriage.
In a couple of days, we'll have our farewell picnic hosted by friends. I truly thought I was okay with all of these "lasts" until I had coffee with a friend this week and almost started weeping in a strip mall Starbucks. Just the sight of her was enough to send me.
Sunday we will leave for the first big test of this motor home, on the road. We'll have no more convenient trips to the house for "real" toilets and showers, and no more full garbage bags stowed in the garage for easy pick up on Thursdays. There will be no more quick trips to the house to do a load of laundry. I wonder if there's a laundromat locator app...hmmm.
And of course, we begin homeschooling. We're not taking a break for summer. By Monday, we will be in Rice Lake, Wisconsin where, I'm told, the Onion Factory lives. They make onion rings there...need I say more? If there is no tour available, I am going to be so disappointed! Rice Lake, in case you didn't know is also the home of a factory which make Western-style rifles. How many industries can we learn about on this road trip? How many subcultures can we discover? We are taking this opportunity to allow our kids to guide their own learning. What are they interested in? How do they like to study? For me, this is the real adventure. And I think it's finally starting!
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