November 8th, 2017, or “The Day We Got Our Freedom Back”

The day we got our freedom back. Photo of an RV in front of a house.

For most people, I think, the day they buy their home is one of the best days of their lives. For me, the day I sold my home was one of the best days of my life.

Then again, I never claimed to be like most people.

We are officially down to the wire. Our last day in Indiana is supposed to be November 19th, but we may have to extend it a day or two to get everything done.

The house closing was re-scheduled twice, and Levi had to re-arrange his work schedule to accommodate. This caused him to not be here in the crucial 10 days before we leave stage, and we’ve still got a lot to do before we head west:

  • Register the RV at the BMV
  • Get a tow dolly for the car (Found one on Craigslist. Score!)
  • Book a place to stay in Tucson
  • Book the places we want to stay along the way? (We’re unsure if this is necessary)
  • Get a storage unit and move what little is left in the house
  • Transfer or cancel utilities (No flippin’ idea how this works.)
  • Get buyers the keys
  • Figure out how to bring the bikes along

It seems like a lot, but compared to everything we’ve done to get to this point, it’s nothing.

Even though there’s a SOLD sign on the house, the mortgage balance says 0, and my savings account looks a lot better with the sale proceeds sitting in it, freedom hasn’t hit me yet.

I imagine it will be just like when I first started working from home. For the first few months, I expected someone to show up at my front door and drag me, kicking and screaming, back to my cubicle. I’ve been a bird in a cage so long that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to fly.

The weather recently. Taken from the bedroom window because I ain’t goin’ out in dat shit.

The RV park we’ve stayed in for the last month has been great, but unfortunately thanks to the weather we’ve not been able to fully enjoy it. We’ve only gone fishing twice, and we’ve not been able to walk the river trail.

If it’s not raining, it’s too soggy from having rained. Or it’s too cold. Or too damn windy to enjoy it.

And speaking of the weather, we had to take some precautions against water lines and tanks freezing. We covered the exposed portion of our fresh water line with aluminum foil, wrapped it in heat cable, and put some foam pipe insulation around it.

My kick-ass Vornado space heater. Highly recommended.

Our RV has a heated basement, but in an effort to save propane for emergencies, we put some 100-watt lightbulbs in a few areas of the basement to keep things above freezing.

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These thermostatic outlets we purchased from Amazon are pretty cool. They turn on when the temperature gets below 35 degrees and off again as soon as the temperature hits 45 degrees.

I’ve managed to stay warm inside the RV with space heaters and an electric mattress pad with the occasional assist from the propane furnace. When the temperatures are 40 or above, I can use the heat pumps to stay warm. The propane furnace must be more efficient than we originally thought, though, because the meter is still at ¾. Not too shabby.

That’s about it for now. Hopefully, in the coming weeks, I’ll have more interesting things to share. Culture, scenery, nature, and food instead of house selling purgatory bitchfest 3000. 😂

It has been a frustrating and stressful experience, but when I think about the fact that we listed our house in the beginning of September and already have it sold and closed by the end of November, I’m amazed and grateful.

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