A bonafide double wide.
It's not even a fancy new one that might, sorta, not look like a trailer.
It's a through and through 1970's double wide trailer.
Now, despite what you may be thinking, it wasn't always my dream to live in a trailer.
In fact, I was originally against the idea.
My husband and I had the opportunity to get a beautiful piece of land in a beautiful remote location and we took it! The thing about this land was that there was no house on it. Though we are fans of camping adventures, living in a tent wasn't really feasible.
So we looked.
We looked at building plans, taking out loans, living in an RV, etc. We had so many options but one opportunity presented itself that was particularly uninteresting to me. A free double wide trailer a few miles down the road from our land. "If you can haul it, you can have it," is what we were told.
My husband immediately said "Yes"
I did not so immediately say "Yes".
We went to look at it and I started to warm up to the idea.
It was free after all.
Free and clear home.
No mortgage.
Now it started to look a little more appealing.
After a lot of hard labor from my husband and my in laws, we got the trailer split (not the easiest task!) and ready to haul.
We moved the trailer to our land and, suddenly, it became home.
We have updated here and there. But really, the house had been well kept and just needed some cleaning and personal touches.
We have now had two babies in this home and it is just that...a home.
Not a trailer.
Not a house.
A home.
We are sheltered from winds and rain. Warm in the cold winters. And cool in the hot summers.
We have delicious, hot meals at night, and a never ending supply of memories to make.
Candles burn to create a sense of comfort but the true comfort is the love within the people in this home.
It no longer matters to me what the exterior a home looks like, only the joy and love that saturate the interior.
We have been brought up in our society to scorn specific types of homes, catagorizing them by size and shape, often neglecting the sweet families making it a home.
We judge people all too much by the cars they drive, or the houses in which they live. When truthfully, our houses will one day fall away. Moth and rust will even eat the castles and the mansions. Our world is dilapidated and will continue to fall into ruin.
I now love our home, not because of its classification, but because we have made it our own.
Anytime I get the, "Woe is me, small house blues", I remind myself how thankful I am to have such a warm and protective home.
Anytime my walls seem paper thin, I remind myself how much closer they bring me to my family.
And anytime random things fall apart, I drop to the ground and take cover half expecting our house is going to sporadically implode!!
Just kidding.
Mostly...
I have to consciously remind myself to shrug off the stereotypes that our society instills in our heads and be thankful for the major blessings I have in this life.
I encourage you all, no matter your house woes and troubles, to make a home within your house. Create a warm inviting place with a gentle and thankful spirit.
Forget the shell of your house, a home is made by the people in it.
Wishing everyone out there house peace and...Hair Peace.
Beautiful!
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