It’s official- We are a “full-time” family.

That’s the lingo for those who choose a camper as their home.

Our home, solid walls and fixtures, the place we brought our babies home from the hospital to, has officially sold.

The whirlwind of emotions that came with selling our home was something we weren’t prepared to handle.

My husband and I would go from “we are crazy, what are we doing?” to “this is really happening!”

We were all across the board. Tears, excitement, always nerves, but occasionally a peace.

Our peace is what we chose to hold onto.

Personally, I kept asking myself if this is the right choice for us?

When 3 offers piled in on the first day our home was for sale, it was hard to deny that our path was destined for adventure.

The decisions involved in figuring out what is most important to take with us and what goes into storage was extremely difficult.

Down sizing in itself took so much thought and honestly a certain depth of loss, as we let go of what once meant a lot to us.

I literally wept over old baby clothes and re-imagined our home filled once again with holiday fun, first steps, and laughter.

The thing I realized after all the emotions made their play was simply that the “things” didn’t matter.

The baby clothes, the movie ticket to a memorable night, the cowboy hat I wore horse-back riding… they invoked so many feelings, but I wasn’t less of a person without them and I certainly wasn’t any better of a person with them.

Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t rid myself of everything, we still have a vast storage unit to prove otherwise.

However, I think we all realized that items don’t bring back memories any more than photos or the images of them in our minds.

We simply don’t need all the “things”.

Now that all the things are stored and the things we let go of are gone. Our home is now filled with a new family who will hopefully add new memories of love and laughter, while we take to the road.