I’m currently sitting on the floor of my bathroom while the hot shower runs, breathing in the steam… because I’m sick. Yep.
It’s my husband’s birthday (Sept. 30), and we’re supposed to go pick up our new home on wheels soon, but now I have whatever virus he had, and sketchy breathing (thanks asthma) is making it impossible to sleep.
So here I sit, pondering our future, the unknown, the adventure, the hardships, the…stuff.
What am I going to do with all of my stuff??
I’m a hoarder by nature. If I find something that’s useful, fits well, or is the perfect color, I buy multiples. I have a hard time throwing things out, because (you probably guessed it), “you never know when we might need it.”
I know. 🤦🏻♀️
But my childhood and other things contribute to my tendency in this area, and breaking those habits has come verrrry slowly.
This will force a drastic and quick change. Hopefully I don’t lose it (or my poor husband lol) in the process. 😂
Anyway, more info is coming soon, but yes…we are selling everything except sentimental heirlooms and moving into a travel trailer. We’ve been forced into a financial pickle, and this is our only way out.
We’re unsure of what the future holds, and honestly, it’s a bit scary, but we know without a doubt that God has called us to do this, and he’s dropped so many signs and provisions and open doors along the way, that we can’t not listen.
So here we go…