Once we made the decision to return to RV life, selling the house became the first step in making that dream a reality.

Sometimes life has a way of reminding you that you're exactly where you're supposed to be.

When we mentioned to one of our neighbors that we were thinking about selling, they suggested we speak with another neighbor before putting the house on the market. They were pretty sure someone they knew would be interested.

They were right.

We showed the house that day, and by that evening we had a signed contract.

Just like that.

It all happened so quickly that it felt like more than coincidence. It felt like God was opening the next door for us and confirming we were following the path He had planned.

With the house sold, we faced the next challenge...

What in the world were we going to do with all of our stuff?

Greg and I have only been married for 12 years, and we'd lived in this house on Posey Hollow Road for just two and a half years. It's amazing how much a person can accumulate in such a short amount of time. Every closet, cabinet, and corner seemed to hold things we had forgotten we even owned.

As difficult as the downsizing process was, what I knew I would miss most wasn't the furniture or the decorations.

It was the memories.

My favorite part of the house was my sewing room and quilting room. The sewing room was filled with shelves of colorful fabric waiting to become quilts, bags, and gifts. Across the hall was my quilting room, where I spent countless hours creating what I like to call a little bit of magic with Miss Moxie, my longarm quilting machine.

But that's a story for another day.

Outside, I had spent two years building a garden that brought me so much joy. In fact, I was already making plans for what I wanted to plant in the spring.

Then there were the rose bushes.

Those may have been the hardest thing to leave behind.

I had planted a yellow rose in memory of my late husband and a pink rose for Greg's late wife. Every spring they bloomed as a quiet reminder that although love sometimes ends too soon, the memories never fade.

Knowing I wouldn't be there to watch them bloom again brought more tears than I expected.

But sometimes the hardest goodbyes make room for the greatest adventures.

Although we left behind a house we loved, we're carrying every one of those memories with us. They helped shape who we are, and they'll always be part of our story.

Now it's time to begin making new memories.

A new home.

New roads.

New campgrounds.

New friendships.

And countless adventures waiting just beyond the next bend.

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Have you ever had to leave a place that held special memories? We'd love to hear what was hardest for you to say goodbye to.

Until next time...

Keep adding memories to your wall.

— Greg & Anna
SeasonedRVers 🚐🐾