It was the end of May 2006. I had given myself a year to put everything into place. In just one year I needed to sell the house, resign from my teaching position, sell all the furniture, research and buy an RV. It all looked so simple, in my dream! In reality it was like being in a kayak on a river in Class IV rapids; sensory overload: what to do first, where to look, how to paddle, and all the while staying right side up! And, man, oh man, when you’re in it, the river moves like a runaway freight train!
Okay, I thought, all I have to do is set a reasonable goal. So I came up with this: Every day, do something, just one thing toward bringing the dream to reality.
So I got myself a notebook divided into sections for all the different things I needed to do. One page had all the info on selling the house. Another was filled with everything that was being sold or given to family and friends. Other pages were devoted to researching RVs and jobs for RVers.
The most unsettling list was the one with all the things I wanted to keep. I was delirious with materialistic greed, thinking I could still harbor all the flotsam and jetsam from 40+ years of pack rat proclivity.
Mentally, I had attached the stuff to me as so many outer coats that now had to be peeled away one by one. The only way to do it was to adopt a spirit of philanthropy. I saw most of my possessions off to good homes; only keeping what I thought I needed or would be useful.
It took me most of the summer and multiple parings but my home finally took on a cavernous look.
My next step was selling the house. So in August 2006 the house went on the market. Within a month’s time something happened that was both wonderful and dreadful. But that’s a story for my next post.
(aka Tin Can Traveler)