One week after leaving our home and living between hotels and Mauricio's parents' apartment, we went with anticipation and relief to pick up our RV. Reality check. It was still a body-wilting 100 degrees and more inside the stale RV. We had bought it used, and with a promise that it would be cleaned, detailed, … Continue reading Home, Sweet RV
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. —Robert Frost Welp, the house is sold. The things are packed. The land is ours! Last Friday, we closed on our home and land and packed up the last of our things. We managed … Continue reading The Road Not Taken. Yet.