The final days before pulling out of our driveway, the final boxes were taped up, the truck was loaded for storage, and the camper was stocked full with all of the crap we thought we needed. This is what our week has consisted of. This is what our weekend will consist of, as well. Playing Tetris in our 10×10 storage unit with all of our worldly possessions, was actually quite fun. What didn’t fit was given away.
To help ease our transition into a family living in a camper full time, we decided to stay twenty minutes down the road. We could continue enjoying the summer with our friends and family, while doing so in our new tiny home. Our neighbors, Tom and Laura, helped us with this transition. If we weren’t going to be neighbors for the next year, we could at least take advantage of one last weekend camping. However, this was the moment we realized that we were no longer camping. We were living in a camper. Joseph and Tom coined the term “cliving.” No. No. No. This is not going to stick nor be a thing. Nope.
As Joseph hooked up the camper, I sat on the sidelines sulking and trying not to be a brat. So many emotions were swirling in my head about our journey and I was exhausted. Joseph jumped in his truck and proudly announced, “Look at this guy! He came to wish us good luck in our adventure.” I rolled my eyes and went back to sulking, but after a second glance I noticed it was a praying mantis. Hopeful in this good omen, I went over to snap a picture. Of course my camera couldn’t focus on him, so I got closer. He turned his head to look at me and started to walk closer. “This is the shot!” I think to myself. I snapped a few more pictures, lower my phone to get one last glance at our “good luck charm,” and that jerk attacked me! I’m pretty sure our “good luck charm” tried to kill me; however Joseph is pretty sure he was trying to give me a hug goodbye. Yeah right.
Our first week of camper living was pretty uneventful. We visited friends, said goodbye to family, and mostly tried to rest. Each day became a little easier. Each day we purged more stuff and organized an area. You have to get very creative when living in 200 square feet with a family of four. We did manage to fit in some family activities amongst everything else, which was quite lovely seeing how we haven’t in the last few weeks. Getting out and enjoying the fresh air while we kayaked, played disc golf, and riding bikes made us say, “Life is good.” Wednesday evening was a real game changer. I sat and watched the sunset. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I did this. I felt at peace and calm, that was until I realized I was sitting next to an ant nest and was being overrun. Touché nature, touché.