Nick and I have a happy little life where we cook and eat a lot of good food, walk our doggies (Milo and Scout) and dream of an off grid homestead. In pursuit of that dream, we had decided (only about a month ago) to sell or store pretty much everything and take off to the west coast for a year of nomadic living looking for our little patch of ground. Since Nick is a nurse and I am a sign language interpreter, we both can work pretty much anywhere, so we had been planning to spend several 3-6 month stints in various places (starting in Oregon). The only catch is that I am obsessed with having a home that feels like mine. Moving so frequently (I've never lived someplace more than 5 years in my life, and have moved homes every year since I graduated from college), I am an expert at moving and re-establishing myself, but I am quite honestly tired of it. A naturally anxious person, nothing makes me panic more than the feeling of being unmoored. So, while I was feeling anxious about this great nomadic journey, I had settled on the fact that Nick and the boys (dogs) are my home and I would leave up to the universe how and where we made our many temporary homes.
Fast forward to a week ago. We were at my mom's cabin in North Carolina visiting when her husband looked at Nick and I and said, "Do you want an RV?" Nick and I looked at each other with wide somewhat disbelieving eyes. Um, yes? Nick had already floated this idea to me in passing a couple of weeks previous, but I had dismissed it immediately because the start up expense would deplete our precious savings. Greg (stepdad/mom's husband) went on to inform us that his mother had an RV she wanted to get rid of and would basically give it to us (well, sell it to us for a $1 to make it legal). Immediately, I jumped out of my skin with relief and excitement. Our own little snail shell? A home we could take with us wherever we went? Perfection.
We drove to South Carolina the next day to pick it up. It was in amazing condition for being 20 years old and having sat for 4 years. We polished up the outside, got a new battery, and put some air in our tires and drove home to Rochester (with a stop in Kentucky to visit my aunt and uncle!) and it made the trip without a hitch.
I had been mulling over what to name our new home for a week when it came to me just as I was falling asleep: Harvery. Home sweet Harvey.
Before we cleaned him up. The driver's side panel, which you can't see, was green!
Working hard.
Learning all the things.
So much potential!
Doggies at home.
Interior photos from when we first got it. Phew. Lots of work to be done, but a good beginning!
Ready for adventure!
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