Is that how the saying goes?
The number one question my husband gets when he tells people we moved into our Airstream is, “How did you convince your wife to do that?” This question cracks me up like all wives are in pursuit of the big perfect house to put all of their stuff in. It’s such a sweeping generalization that implies women are higher maintenance than men, but you know, I’m not going to get into the particulars on why, to each their own. All I am after, all THIS wife is after is some sanity and good experiences and whether I find that in a palatial suburban home, a small Houston condo or an RV park I’m 100% in, ok people.
Ryan has no issue answering that this was actually my idea and gives me all the credit. Attribute it to my free spirit (true) or blame it on my nervous breakdown (um, maybe true?) make your assumptions dear friends because this journey is on the move and my mind is made up.Moving can be an adventure, and it can be a struggle. It’s one of those things where you have to take the good with the bad because you are going to get both. There is no avoiding this. It takes being able to look into the unknown, give up what you have and trust that everything is all going to work out. Every time we have relocated we’ve left these pieces of ourselves behind that we can never recover. You piece yourself back together, but those pieces of what you left behind exist now in your memory and they will forever be in your past. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t look towards change as a positive thing it’s just an honest take of the reality of leaving something behind.
I came down to Texas as a new mom grieving the loss of my own mother. Not a good combination and I didn’t want to do it. I prayed and prayed we wouldn’t have to move. Our previous relocation to Ohio from Oklahoma City was it for me. It was the last straw. I hit my limit and despite all the cheery words of encouragement to embrace it and “grow where you are planted” I was staring at my seventh move in my adult life. That was a lot, and that might not be the limit for everyone but it was for me, and I was allowed to draw that line without looking ungrateful or uncooperative. All of us have limits to varying degrees different from others which should be respected, but life is a constant cycle of breaking those limits whether on our terms when we are ready or forcing us to when we are not. This shattered my limits, and I was at my most vulnerable in a new place without a community I belonged in. Try that one on for size with a full-time job, a small child and a husband who travels with no family for hundreds of miles to call for help. I had never done and handled so much alone. It showed me what I was made of. They say don’t mess with Texas…this is because I’m still new here. Try me, and we may need to revisit that slogan. On the outside, it looked like I had everything and that’s the truth, I do. The gratitude I have for this crazy life can’t be measured but I was also doing everything, and that is where the ice broke. That is when I realized life got too complicated, too hectic and too heavy. It was time for a change.
Breaking that limit and I mean breaking it like a cannonball shatters a mirror led me to look at ideas I probably would have never considered before. I don’t know about any of you but when I’m confused about life late nights with a glass of wine and my iPhone can lead me straight down the rabbit hole that is Google, Pinterest, and Instagram. The searches went from minimalism to living with intention to tiny living to RV living and finally to #airstreamlife. Maybe this is my daily commitment to yoga talking but see; I’ve been forced on multiple occasions to find a place instead of finding myself in a place. A year after our move to Houston I found myself unfulfilled with stuff I didn’t want and still somewhat unadjusted to my surroundings. After one too many late night smartphone sessions I figured the #airstreamlife would give me the freedom from stuff I was looking for, the freedom from decisions I wasn’t ready to make and the ability to chase experiences that would make moving to Texas worthwhile to me. No home décor blog or episode of Fixer Upper (God I love that show!) could convince me otherwise. I’ve grown tired of the consumerist view of building a home. I want to do it differently this time. I want to see this great state. So here we are. We’re going tiny. We’re doing this on wheels, and we are keeping our options open. If I want to tag along with my husband to New Orleans and eat beignets for dinner, I do it. If I want to work among the pines in Sam Houston National Forest for a few days, I do it. Changing my mind on what really makes a home and embracing this new perspective has given me experiences I never thought were possible.
I didn’t need convincing. I’m just a girl with ideas who has a husband who is cool enough to roll with them, literally.