My husband is a hard worker. He was a union carpenter for about 20 years. A person's body can only take so much physical labor and so many falls from scaffolding before slowing down. About five years ago my husband started selling RVs. Much easier on the body. Of course, those great union benefits disappeared (like medical insurance) but the pay increased a little. Selling RVs during the rainy winter in Oregon isn't a great job. Many days not a single customer comes through the doors. During these lulls, salesmen tell stories of a far away place where it rarely rains and money flows freely...Arizona. After much consideration, my husband decided he wanted to work in Arizona for a winter and see if there was any truth to these tall tales he had heard.
So we were faced with a decision. We could all go with my husband or stay home. Actually the decision wasn't very hard. The kids and I are adventurous and we didn't like the thought of missing Daddy for three or four months. But it's funny how comfortable we get with our lives. I had a real problem with leaving things behind. Even when those things will still be there when we get back. What if I needed that book? That pot? That piece of clothing? What about tae kwon do and piano lessons? (Actually the one thing I didn't bring that I regret is my sewing machine. I could have made another quilt by now!) And then the real doubts begin: can we really live in a motorhome and not want to kill each other after two days? how homesick will we get? how can we possibly stand to live in TOWN?!
Well, it's been 90 days and still counting. We haven't killed each other yet! It's actually has been a good thing for our family. Even though we were already close, we have become closer. We've been getting plenty of exercise since many places are within walking distance. That is one nice thing about living in town. Although I very much miss our quiet 20 acres out in the fertile Oregon countryside.