The House, the House, Oh God… the House.

Heather SkompThe Preamble to Living in an RV1 Comment

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Yeah, I haven’t fixed it yet.

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I didn’t realize there was any dirt in there.

So I pulled about a quarter of my gutter off the house this past weekend as I was excitedly rolling down my driveway in my wholly unsexy moving van. I was so enamored with the fact that I managed to get all the big ungainly furniture out of the house in one afternoon that I chose to ignore the *slight* resistance that met the vehicle as I started moving forward. Who knew the van was that high? Or that I had managed to park it so spectacularly close to the side of the roof? You think I was looking UP as I was backing Gigantor into the driveway??

Naturally I figured the problem was the tires struggling to roll over all the grass and weeds that grow through the cracks in my driveway (yes, my father is ashamed), and while I gave the undercarriage a cursory glance, finding nothing alarming, I decided to “push forth” as I so often do. And, as I so often do, I later learned the consequences of my ways. That was nice. If my house didn’t look white trash before, it certainly does now. There is little more upperclass than low-riding gutter.

At any rate. Squeeeeee! My house is nearly empty! Check it out:

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This is my office. It actually hasn’t changed much.

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Some lucky person is going to get that couch!

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That booze isn’t mine. Really. (not really)

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Even the hallway wasn’t left unscathed.

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Clearly I didn’t use my dining room that much.

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Now you know where all the clothes went.

Moving is FUN.

See now next time you think your house is a disaster because you haven’t cleaned in a month, no worries. I haven’t cleaned in a lot longer than that (sorry FlyLady, I just couldn’t keep up), so you can feel really good about yourself. It’s amazing what we don’t see behind those cute little front porches and flower lined paths, eh? I get to live in my demented sloth for one more month before it’s ALL OUT. I might leave a few dustballs and dog hairs just to show the next owners who’s boss, but other than that… GONE. It will be chaos until the magic day of Dec. 3, but who cares! It’s worth it! Life isn’t perfect!

So. Several people have asked me what prompted this decision to become a bonafide nomad. I mean, beyond the fact that it’s a lifelong dream that I wanted to experience. What was it that made it work now? Why now?

Well, in a short sentence, I’d say it worked now because I allowed it to work now. That, and I had a singular obsessive goal of getting rid of my house, under any and all possible circumstances (except ones that included me giving the bank more money). Arson? Yes, I considered it (no, I didn’t yes I did).

What really happened is I got out of the way and let the universe do its magic. It didn’t happen the way most of you might like to think it happened. I didn’t set out to live in an RV for a year, lay out plans months beforehand and create money spreadsheets and notify all interested parties of my impending plot twist. It actually came about as a result of finally closing the chapter on this blasted whiny house story. When your life at last closes a very squeaky door, ’tis true that a slew of windows open up, and suddenly all these possibilities appear. I simply woke up to realize that holy hell! I can do it now, whence prior to, not so much. Get on it, sister!

So, it was a winding and surprising road. It started two years ago, and I had to let go of a lot of judgment and ego along the way. But that is what is often required when you finally decide to go for what you really want. See, life is a bunch of roses, but you might have to spread a little manure first.

But what really happened? How did it all come together? What are the deets for God’s sake???

I’ll tell you the story over the course of several posts. The backstory is as good as what’s coming, so get comfortable, peeps.

The short story is:

  1. I walked out of corporate America and decided never to go back, under any circumstances. I decided I’d rather be homeless than work at a soul-sucking job ever again.
    1. Turns out homeless is exactly where I’m headed!
      • In a good way.
  2. Through nearly zero effort, a month later I attracted a source of income that provides tremendous freedom and autonomy (and the coolest employer/client EVAH).
    1. Except I had to take a giant pay cut
      • My pride took a bit of a dive
      • However, when the bigger picture became clear, I praised the day I took my giant pay cut
  3. Used my freakishly low pay to declare myself poor with the sole purpose of getting rid of the albatross around my neck that is my house (my sub-dream for the last seven years) without having to cough up a dime
    1. which you can do if you’re poor and intelligent
      • and do a little research
      • once you give up pride, a whole bunch of opportunities open up
  4. Managed to wipe out all of my debt as an added bonus
    1. I told you I was intelligent
      • making the system work for you [without abusing it] is pretty delightful
  5. Now have more cash in the bank than I’ve ever had in my entire life – even while earning half my usual income
    1. The Millionaire Mind really works
      • the envelope is king!
  6. Paid cash for my damn awesome travel trailer
    1. No one can ever take my home away from me now!
      • And I can take it anywhere, thank you very much. Screw you, annoying neighbors!
  7. Paid cash to get certified and accredited as a professional coach
    1. My dream job for the last 13 years
      • yes, sometimes it can take this long to wake up. Don’t beat yourselves up now
  8. Became completely self-employed in August 2014
    1. I make more per hour now than I did when I worked in corporate America (ha! Take that, corporate bastards!)
      • Knowing how to build websites kicks ass
      • Being a great coach kicks even bigger ass
      • Learning how to be a good money manager kicks the biggest ass of all
  9. Finally have the life I’ve always wanted, and it keeps getting better
    1. Freedom, money, love
      • And a great dog named George. And three pretty cool cats. And a stellar RV.
      • The Universe is awesome.

 
All of this happened over the course of two years. One major decision, and shutting the door on the one option that was no longer an option. Being open to the possibilities even if they don’t look the way you think they should.

Simple.

But not easy.

WORTH it!!

Actually this is a pretty good outline. Maybe this is all you need to know! I suppose if you want to know more of the details though, let me know in the comments. TMI is TMI, after all. Wouldn’t want to offend your delicate sensibilities!

In the meantime, I shall continue to clear out the house, and test the limits of what I can store in the trailer. I already figured out I can take pretty much all of my clothes. Shoes may be another matter. And cooking equipment. Hm. Well, at least I can look good while eating off of paper plates.

Now my mother is ashamed.

Smooch!!

 

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