What a week! We spent a couple of days cleaning up the travel trailer, returning it to its default appearance and taking out all of our personal items. When we finished, I was amazed that it looked so brand-new—even smelled new! We were starting to get cold feet and discussed keeping it, but we figured it probably wouldn’t sell right away, so Thursday we put out the “For Sale” sign.
Thursday just happened to be the 39th birthday of my son, Michael.
He worked a long day, so we decided to celebrate on Saturday.
By Friday, we’d had a couple of calls and texts re: the trailer and one lady made an appointment for 5:30pm to tour it. Well, wouldn’t you know? The couple bought the trailer, full price..! We were stunned. Saturday morning, the gentleman brought us a stack of cash and drove our Retirement Dream out the Driveway. Crazy, huh?
While Casey was giving the new owner a walk-through and helping him load and hook up, the Jrs. were here for the birthday celebration. Michael and Jessica ate lunch with us and returned home, leaving the kiddos here to play.
After we took the girls home, Casey and I were feeling a little down… We walked Memory Lane, casting our mind back to the trips we’d taken, laughing at our mistakes and marveling at how much we learned.
We talked about the places we’ve visited and the places we’d like to go; discussed buying another trailer, too. I didn’t expect to feel so sad…but then, I didn’t expect it to sell so quickly…
Weirdly enough, yesterday was Derby Day and I had been preparing all week. I won a little change betting the fillies in the Oaks on Friday, but the Derby always overwhelms me, even in September. I chose my usual half-the-field, but managed to bet the top two ponies…!
I wore a hat, drank the bourbon, won some money…
but it just made me more nostalgic.
As Summer wanes and Autumn waxes, it seems a proper time to feel sentimental. We’ve got two “pool days” planned for next week before the temperatures drop, then it’s time to take it down. Much of the vegetable garden is ready to be pulled up. Migratory birds are joining our residents at the feeders, a sure sign that it’s time to change.
So that’s what we do, isn’t it? Gently carrying pieces of our past, we move hopefully into our future…