Now that we’ve decided that this is what we want to do, we’re looking at everything it will take to get from here to the road.
We’ve lived in this house for nearly a quarter of a century. We’ve raised our kids here (and half-raised our goddaughter, Aly). We’ve remodeled, expanded, redecorated and then redecorated again. We’ve planted trees that are now 100 feet tall. Watched neighbors come and go, and made the fastest friends with some of them. This home and neighborhood are too perfect to up and leave for good, so we’ve decided to rent it out while we’re gone.
We bought this 3,100 sq. ft. home in 1990 and moved into it from a 900 sq. ft. rental. The place felt cavernous, and we only had furniture for a few rooms, but each year we added more. Since then, we’ve filled every cupboard, closet, and corner. And then some when our mothers died and we had treasures to preserve.
How on earth do we get this place ready to rent? Aside from all the stuff we need to let go of or store, there’s the usual toll time and family takes from a house. Boards on the deck we built 20 years ago need to be replaced. Wallpaper that Kate was so proud to put up herself is now a 90’s eyesore. The whole house really needs new carpeting. And the exterior needs at least some touch-up paint.
Then there’s that 1953 Chevy pickup we can’t bring ourselves to sell. The 1999 Saab convertible I cherish and treat like an invalid now that I can no longer get some parts for it. And we’re never letting go of the tiny teardrop that started this whole take-it-on-the-road craze for us. We need to find dry, warm homes for them for a year.
It’s hard to keep the palpitations at bay when we look around the house with clipboard in hand. But we’re not on any specific deadline. For now, we will tackle the projects one by one. This weekend, we’re painting the downstairs hallway. Next weekend, maybe the deck boards. And when we need a break, we’ll check the internet for the perfect RV, because that’s the part that keeps us moving forward.