I thought I was finished with full time RV travel. We had been going non-stop for 2 years with our average stay lasting only 10 days. I had been feeling burned out. The excitement of new places was wearing thin. Pack up again? Get to know a new area again? Driving again? It no longer was feeling fresh and fun, but tedious and exhausting. Sure we had been able to see and experience so many things that I never really dreamt of seeing or experiencing, but enough was enough.
So I’m perusing through Zillow with house dreams and searching for places with an acceptable amount of sunshine and reasonable costs of living (because those 2 things seem to be my most important things) and the ROUND HOUSE pops up. Wait? A round house? A small, round house with windows all around just outside the Smoky Mountains in a private, gated area with a wooded lot? Oh, and a reasonable price tag? Perfect! Had I stumbled in the direction the universe was so obviously taking us? I mean, sure we hadn’t had the opportunity to explore areas we had talked about exploring (Redwood National Park, Glacier National Park, North Cascades National Park…), but come on! A quirky, round house outside the Smokies? Its was obviously destiny. I spent hours looking up information about the area. Hours scouring other homes on Zillow in the area to be sure the house was really the one. I poured over the pictures posted looking for minute detail that might somehow tell me it’s all wishful thinking. I imagined myself there. What did it feel like? How was the weather? Sure, the house was small, but compared to the less than 300 square feet we currently lived in, 1100 square feet would feel like a mansion! And a wooded lot — I could just picture the wildlife that would casually meander through while I quietly sipped my coffee in my own private oasis.
I had to see the house. I was going to make the offer and move in. It must be mine.
I just happened to be flying to Indiana within a reasonable time frame and my bestie suggested that we go ahead and drive down to Tennessee and check things out. Even more proof that the universe wanted me to have the ROUND HOUSE near my beloved mountains. It was going to happen. So I let myself mentally move in. I imagined where the bed would go, how I could tastefully decorate the walls, where we would eat dinner. We could have the kids down for a Smoky Mountain Christmas. Yes, this is where all my decisions and travels were taking me at last.
So we drove down, my bestie and I, to Maryville, Tennessee. We explored the little town as well as 2 people could in the short, short visit we were there. I mean, a Target within a reasonable drive (destiny!), friendly people who seemed to really love where they were (destiny!), and not the more harsh weather near Gatlinburg or Pigeon Forge (destiny!). Let’s not forget the most amazing part… a quirky ROUND HOUSE near the Smoky Mountains (did I mention destiny?).
And then we saw the house.
The perfect ROUND HOUSE.
The perfect round house that was not perfect. The gated community? Beautiful! The wooded lot? Incredible! But the house? Well, no. The layout was terrible. The materials used were lacking the quality that the price tag would suggest. There was less closet space than I had in my RV. The kitchen and the bathroom were not thought out well enough to make it a comfortable living space. There was an obvious issue with the heating and the cooling of the space (because box fans hung from what appeared to be coat hangers from the ceiling is really never a good sign). No, the perfect round house was only perfect if it’s $150,000 less and could be completely renovated.
I had mentally moved in and now I had to pack up my things and mentally move back out. Which is not something I was prepared for. I had decided I was done travelling. I was buying the perfect ROUND HOUSE! Why had the universe pointed me in this direction only to back out at the last minute? It seemed unfair and confusing. I did try and make it work a few times. At least in my head I was making it work. Maybe we could negotiate a much lower selling price and renovate. Perhaps we needed to look in the area for a piece of land and build the perfect round house. Maybe there was another quirky property right in the area that I had somehow missed.
But no, this was not the case. I was flying back to Arizona with no papers in hand, no plan to pack up and leave the lovely desert so we could live in our perfect round house. That was no the direction we would be going. It was really disappointing.
I’ve had 8 weeks to really sit on this. What’s interesting is that as the time as passed and we have stayed in Tucson, we realized that maybe the real goal here isn’t to buy a house yet. Perhaps the thing the universe was shouting at us was we needed to slow down. We had planned from the beginning to spend 5 months in Tucson. We knew we needed a breather and since we both love this city in the winter, it’s the perfect place to take it. But maybe the bigger lesson was already obvious and I had missed it. It’s not just slow down for 5 months in Tucson. It was slow down. Period. Stop averaging 10 days. Stop going to a place and rushing through it all and then going to the next place. The reason it’s easy to love a place like Tucson is because we have had so much time to really be here. We can spend days being lazy and just sit under blue skies and read books and chat about the desert life. But we can also find all the trails and places to eat or grab a treat. Maybe the lesson here wasn’t that I wanted a house, but that I want to be in places long enough to feel a little bit like I live there. I mean, part of the entire point of our travels was ultimately trying to find the place we may want to live. How can you really find that place if you’re constantly in one place, but needing to get ready to move to the next?
So we will value our time in this place. And as we planned the year moving forward, we extended our stays. Two months here, two months there, just a slower and more gentle pace.
And who knows? Maybe when we are done with 2020, we will be ready to go hard again. We do still have so many beautiful places to explore. Round houses don’t make dreams come true, listening to my heart does.