God glorifying gypsies

Allow me to welcome you to our new home. The cultural irony does not escape me, but the fact remains that we could not be more excited or content with our new tiny home on wheels. In a country where the majority believe that bigger is bound to be better, swimming upstream with a lighter load feels exactly right to us.

If our possessions were milk, I could say that we have now skimmed off the most precious and useful cream to take with us. The rest of our belongings which were deemed worth keeping but not essential have been packed and stored away for an undetermined amount of time. As I’ve quoted before from the children’s book The Trumpet of the Swan“Flying is a lot harder than it was before I acquired all these possessions.  The best way to travel, really, is to travel light.”  Freedom can be found in many forms, but for us, minimizing our possessions and limiting the space we need to manage and maintain, is truly freeing. 

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our front door

We don’t know these people using our patio furniture

10 blog posts ago we moved from our little 5 acre piece of stability into an unknown adventure on the Clearwater River. We downsized our stuff and took on the role of mom and pop KOA living in the manager’s suite of a newly converted KOA campground.

For a year our front window has daily displayed a continuous caravan of campers coming and going from one adventure to another.  We have been treated to many unexpected opportunities and a handful of humorous oddities like coming home and finding that your front porch has become a hangout for people you’ve never met or the preferred parking spot for Dads Dogs.

Dad’s Dogs

We’ve met some fun people too like the little old lady that visited each morning for a week to check her email via a dinosaur dialup internet connection and cheerfully encouraged me to keep up the good work homeschooling my children before she left.

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