My beloved mobile home has officially been on the market for a couple of months now. What does this mean? Well, any day we could find out it has sold and then we will all be like chickens with our heads cut off, scrambling around to clear any traces of our ever having lived on it. More realistically however, it will probably be months and/or years before that happens. This puts the crew in what some may call ‘limbo’.
I hate limbo.
The past few years I’ve enjoyed the adventure and reveled in a lifestyle that has taken me anywhere from one day to the next, but lately I’m changing tunes. Not being able to make concrete plans is starting to get frustrating; I can’t even confirm the possibility of seeing a movie next weekend with my friends here in Perth.
Maybe it was the taste of routine I had this fall in Seattle and now again have been exposed to in Victoria. Maybe this “routine” thing isn’t so terrible. Maybe one day I could get used to it. The grass is always greener, isn’t it?
For now, I’ll put those thoughts aside and enjoy these last few weeks in Perth.
…and cross my fingers that whether or not the boat sells today, tomorrow, or five years from now, good things are in store.