Being 45 now, I feel as if my 40’s has been all about counteracting all of the damage I have been doing to my body, pretty much all my life. Apparently I have never been properly hydrated, correctly nourished, or gotten enough cardio-activity. I fluctuate on getting too much sun and not enough sun, so I’m sure my vitamin D is all wrong.
I wonder if being 50 years old will be the age that I give in and accept defeat.
Owning a home is no joke. When we sold our house, I was happy, relieved, excited, anxious, and overwhelmed. Buying our new home was an adventure. We bought our RV without ever seeing it in person. Nervy, right?
I’m sure you’ve guessed by now that it worked out and we are pretty happy with our new home, on wheels.
Ain’t she cute? Her name is Campy Camper.
But my house, I’m ready to go.
House for sale.
We love this house: birthed children, buried beloved pets, hiked, gardened, shoveled massive amounts of snow, chopped tons of wood, loved, laughed, lived here. Sanctuary.
It’s all upside and inside out from here.
What in the world are we doing?