~ Steps...

Inside the front door is a green indoor/outdoor mat to wipe your shoes on. 
If you stand erect and let your weight pull you forward into one hefty lunge and you turn sharply to your right and follow suit you would now find yourself standing dead center inside my kitchen space.  From that spot, you can open the fridge and do a left side bend to grab the carton of eggs that I have to keep on the bottom shelf so they don't freeze on the top shelf.  At this point, after you brought yourself back to center, you can squat and reach forward for my pots and pans - grab what you wish... do you want a fried or hard boiled egg.  Spin to your right and you are now directly in front of the stove all set to make yourself breakfast!  Cool I KNOW!!

So, back to the front door...  5 steps forward puts you in front of the bathroom door.  10 steps and you have made it to the back door. 

From the bathroom door if you face to the left and take 5 steps forward you will find yourself at the foot of my bed.  Well, it's my daughters bed, that I am borrowing for the time being because it seemed like a good idea to sell our sleep number bed in the moving sale... stop thinking, it's over. 

OK, so the end of my bed is five steps from the bathroom door.  My bed is exactly ONE WHOLE STEP from my kids' awesome tree bunk bed ... they love it, they like to climb trees, so you know.

Yes, one step and the kids are right there.  (I'm sure somewhere there is a law prohibiting something like this, but please keep in mind this is a temporary camping type thing and "in the county there are no codes" and ignorance is bliss so I'm assuming we are OK.) 

So, from the end of my kids' bed to where I am currently sitting clanking away is another, you guessed it, five steps.  It's really rather square and even and straight and flat.  Cozy some would say.  Others may feel confined.

I feel ... well, that's all depending on the day to be honest with you.

Lately, I have felt like a big fat mess.  But we won't go there.

I think I'm supposed to write that I feel at home ... and I agree with that statement on many levels.  It's just that sometimes life is messy.  Fat messy.  Like a freaky, frozen, unusually cold winter, that you have decided to put your washing machine out in the uninsulated shed and now you are down to your last pair and have 15 loads of freezing cold laundry to do when it warms up, messy.  You get the picture. 

Anyway.  

It was neat the way we found this ground that will someday be our ending place.  Hubby was amidst his mid life crisis of being bored for the first time ever and searched his soul to figure out "what to do."  It led him to land. We had one day, really more of an afternoon, that consisted of a few hours that some friends entertained our kids for us so we could drive the country roads with "THE LAND MAN." He took us here and he took us there.  And then here and there. And then here and there some more.  (Well, really I think it was just here and there and maybe another there and then here, but I can't really remember ... well I can remember, I'm just dragging it out to make it fun like it should be.)  Then he said, "I have one more spot to show you."  He knew what he was doing, they don't call him "THE LAND MAN" for nothing right. 

When we pulled in we couldn't wipe the smiles of our faces.  Kids in a candy store I suppose.  Flat dab in the middle of nowhere... down an old dirt road.



Stay tuned!  I know someone out there is wanting to see pictures and I PROMISE they WILL COME... it's a process and I kind of am enjoying taking my time.  LOVE YOU!