Full-timing Journal, Entry 1: Post-middle-age Crazy

People say that my husband Beau and I are impulsive. HA! I have never understood that characterization. Big deal, we bought a house in Florida at the height of the real estate market after one short trip to Punta Gorda/Port Charlotte. So, we were already supporting two houses. We were going to sell them and move to Florida with a bunch of cash, of course!

OK, things did not work out that way. But we ended up selling one house in Connecticut, then another--oh, but we bought yet another one in between after seeing it for 20 minutes. But we had a plan--really.

We hadn't discussed said plan, but I am sure we had one.

To make a long story short-ish, we lived in one home in Connecticut and supported one unused canalfront home in Florida for several years. Then for financial reasons we put the Florida home on the market during the housing implosion-- and sold it after two years for @@#$#@@!! less than we paid. Suffice it to say we took a bath on that transaction. But was this due to impulsiveness? Bah.

Then, after much prolonged deliberation (I can hear our friends snickering at this already), we decided to sell this last home, retire from our jobs, and go "on the road" in an RV full time. After making this momentous decision, we thought this transition would be a long process--in this economy, selling a house can take a year or more.

Nope. The house went on the market on a Tuesday and we had a full-price offer on Friday. "It's the big one, Elizabeth!" (If you do not recognize the latter quote, then you are too young to care -- so don't even Google it.)

Anyhoo, we bought a used RV in record time (no no, not an impulsive decision at all), and a tow vehicle (known as a "toad" to those in the know) to go with it. And as I write this, we are 8 days from our closing and the beginning of our travel adventure. We are not ready, but here we go!

We're nucking futs.

Tanks, Panky