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Our story started out of necessity more than exploration. Having married a Kentucky girl, but slowly earning my retirement in California, the plan had always been to relocate to Tennessee once I could arrange to get paid for doing nothing. That day came about 8 years earlier than expected, and way earlier than we had prepared for. Staying in CA wasn't an option any longer, so we sold our house and spent every penny of equity on a big bunkhouse coach that would be our temporary residence while we migrated two time zones east with our two approaching-teenage boys. We lived in that thing in an RV park in Nashville for a year and a half, while waiting for the planets to align, and eventually bought a decent place with a bit of property, just as the boys were growing out of their tiny bunks.
We moved into our home right at the beginning of all the lockdowns, which wasn't too big an issue, because we bought a cargo trailer and gradually grabbed our furniture and such out of storage, and the big coach just sat. After six months of this, we started to get stir crazy, and we'd gotten a taste of traveling in our own space, and not putting up with filthy hotels in various states of disrepair. So we recently traded the coach in for a trailer with bigger bunks (and oof- that depreciation hit!), only to quickly realize we need more truck to pull it. So while we wait for the truck upgrade to come through, during this second lockdown thing, we sit and fantasize about all the places were going this fall and winter, to get out and make homeschool a bit more interesting and personal for the boys. Learning how to travel with the five cats Mama doesn't want to leave behind... that's the next adventure!
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