I Live in a Camper

My husband and I worked all summer to finish a home remodel…so that we could sell it (which we did). We aren’t the only people around who are looking to simplify, but our goal comes with a bit of a twist. Hubs is self-employed, and currently renting warehouse space. While a tiny house sounds amazing, we actually need to build him a space to work. 

That being said, it’s a nominal cost to have space built for us to live in–think an attached apartment to the warehouse, so that’s what we’re hoping to do.

Of course, that’s all in theory. Reality, at the moment, is a camper. 

Most people would probably call my current abode a trailer, but that brings up images I prefer to avoid. My grandparents bought it in the early 90s, a few years after retiring. They used it a bit, let it sit and serve as an occassional guest bedroom, and then, when my nephew was put on travel work, he lived in it for a couple of years. My brother has taken it to Montana and back. (He also had a small group of Mennonites living in it for awhile, but that’s another story.)

This camper has history. 

My family, thankfully, takes good care of their property, so here I am, Winter 2013, living in this bad boy with a cute dude. 

Which brings us to today. Today is Icepocalypse 2013. We get one of these about once a year here in Arkansas, but never before have I experienced it from a 150 square feet of exposed living quarters. I kind of love it. I have a radiant heater that keeps us quite toasty. We are actually probably warmer here than we were in our traditional home–it was so expensive to heat that hubs kept it, ah, on the cool side. 

We are putting an offer on land tomorrow. If it goes through, a whole new set of adventures will commence. 

We feel lucky…since living in this space, we’ve decided we can live in a smaller space than originally planned. We must like each other!

Where do you call home? What do you want to call home? And a personal question…cabin porn? Yay or Nay? 


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