Friday, April 20, 2012
And the Dogs, of Course
A friend just suggested this little guy for our little ones. I would freaking die laughing seeing our big trailer and then their two little ones parked right next to us! There literally is no choice here. They must be purchased.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
It's GO Time
Well, since we didn't win the 1 trillion dollar lottery last month, we are back to being common folk, and what is more dirt-of-the-earth-American than trailer parks? A while back I jokingly posted that perhaps a good ol' trailer park would be our first destination once leaving our beach side cottage in Corona del Mar. Truth be told, I didn't really believe that. Just goes to show you what I know.
We have yet to even find a property we love, let alone start the tediously long process of escrow. So, in exactly 10 days, we move out of our tiny house snuggled between million dollar homes, and haul our Airstream on up to a...TRAILER PARK in north Paso Robles. I'm not joking this time. And not the fancy one with updated laminate flooring in the showers and a coffee maker in the laundry facilities. Nope. If we're doing this, which we are, we're goin' full-blown. I found the cheapest park within a 20 mile radius, and it is so authentically old school American, that the lady I spoke to asked me my name and phone number and then said, "Alright, darlin. We'll see you and your rig the first week of May for 3-4 months." No credit card, no deposit, nothing. She reserved us a space (we are already fondly saying to friends and family, "When we get our space set up, we'll have to have you over") for 3-4 months based solely on my word. How beautiful is that? Just to move in to our tiny place now, we had to fork over $6300 in cold, hard cash and promise that our firstborn would be tossed in should we default on our rent at any time. But this is Orange County, after all (and little did the agent know we're not having a firstborn. Take that.).
We have already packed up our family and living rooms, and I'm harvesting the rest of my winter garden now before I pull it all out this weekend. It is bittersweet to be sure. This morning we walked out to go to work and there was a "for rent" sign on the lawn. Both of us stopped in our tracks and stared. This is really happening. I can't lie and say I didn't have a tiny tear in my eye. What a magnificent three years this home and little beach community have given us. And my job. God, what an honor it's been to work at a school as amazing as OCHSA. My island of the misfit toys, as I called it my first day there three years ago.
Oh, and if trailer park living isn't exciting enough, I just had gnarly reconstructive patella knee surgery on my left knee, which has left me pretty much useless except to point at stuff with my crutch that J will then pack up. He doesn't really love this part of the move so far. And because I am a class A procrastinator I also have to get the right knee done before the end of June when my insurance runs out. God, my timing is impeccable.
So, in summation: J leaves in two weeks forever, and I will move in with my more-than-gracious parents (once again) for the remainder of the school year and until my second knee heals. I'm guessing I'll be able to join J and the dogs mid-July. Oh, and it tops off in Paso during the summer at around 105 degrees and we have no AC in our "rig". I hope our dogs don't die of heat exhaustion when we make a quick run into town for supplies. That would really put a damper on things.
We have yet to even find a property we love, let alone start the tediously long process of escrow. So, in exactly 10 days, we move out of our tiny house snuggled between million dollar homes, and haul our Airstream on up to a...TRAILER PARK in north Paso Robles. I'm not joking this time. And not the fancy one with updated laminate flooring in the showers and a coffee maker in the laundry facilities. Nope. If we're doing this, which we are, we're goin' full-blown. I found the cheapest park within a 20 mile radius, and it is so authentically old school American, that the lady I spoke to asked me my name and phone number and then said, "Alright, darlin. We'll see you and your rig the first week of May for 3-4 months." No credit card, no deposit, nothing. She reserved us a space (we are already fondly saying to friends and family, "When we get our space set up, we'll have to have you over") for 3-4 months based solely on my word. How beautiful is that? Just to move in to our tiny place now, we had to fork over $6300 in cold, hard cash and promise that our firstborn would be tossed in should we default on our rent at any time. But this is Orange County, after all (and little did the agent know we're not having a firstborn. Take that.).
We have already packed up our family and living rooms, and I'm harvesting the rest of my winter garden now before I pull it all out this weekend. It is bittersweet to be sure. This morning we walked out to go to work and there was a "for rent" sign on the lawn. Both of us stopped in our tracks and stared. This is really happening. I can't lie and say I didn't have a tiny tear in my eye. What a magnificent three years this home and little beach community have given us. And my job. God, what an honor it's been to work at a school as amazing as OCHSA. My island of the misfit toys, as I called it my first day there three years ago.
Oh, and if trailer park living isn't exciting enough, I just had gnarly reconstructive patella knee surgery on my left knee, which has left me pretty much useless except to point at stuff with my crutch that J will then pack up. He doesn't really love this part of the move so far. And because I am a class A procrastinator I also have to get the right knee done before the end of June when my insurance runs out. God, my timing is impeccable.
So, in summation: J leaves in two weeks forever, and I will move in with my more-than-gracious parents (once again) for the remainder of the school year and until my second knee heals. I'm guessing I'll be able to join J and the dogs mid-July. Oh, and it tops off in Paso during the summer at around 105 degrees and we have no AC in our "rig". I hope our dogs don't die of heat exhaustion when we make a quick run into town for supplies. That would really put a damper on things.
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