This has been a demoralizing week on the Own Less front.
The Texas house is still on the market, so we still own it. And still owning it, even though we’re not living in it, is stressful. Not to mention expensive.
The Virginia house is rented, but we still own it, and because of that we definitely fulfilled the Do More part of our mission over the past several days here in Norfolk — but it was all landlordy fix-it drudgery suckage, accompanied by all the wallet-busting expenses and multiple trips to hardware stores that you’d expect.
And we didn’t even tackle the bigger items on our list because little things popped up and got in our way, and the really big thing that should’ve been done (new roof) was still in progress, so some of the repairs we needed to make (like fixing drywall inside where the roof had leaked) just didn’t make sense to tackle until those guys are done up there.
Sigh.
The house is 103. She’s a strong and elegant old broad, but wow, when she wants your attention, she goes in hot with a rusty knife to the underbelly.
Anyway, all this goes to illustrate that even though we’ve been living full-time in the RV since early August, this adventure isn’t yet the “Get rid of it all and hit the road” experience we’d envisioned, and that’s causing some heartburn. I know we’ll get there; it’s just frustrating that we aren’t there already.
What do we want? Perfection! When do we want it? Now!
I know.
