The Airstream is home. We think we're going to call her "The Silver TARDIS," but that's still up for debate. I love catching a glimpse of her out the kitchen window and remembering how we found her and made her ours.
As we've gone through all of our plans and dreams the past few years, one of the people we've talked with a lot has been Trevvor's mom, who is beginning her own adventure now too.* We were all in this unsettled place, knowing we needed to do something different but not sure what that something looked like. During our "whirlwind trip to everywhere" at the end of May, we had the chance to talk through these ideas again in person. "Well you know," she said, "I'm going to need a place to live when I come back to the States in a few years." That changed everything, because now we were looking at Airstreams as co-owners with her: Trevvor, Charles and I living it in now, and Leslee living in it later on.
One evening early in the last week of the trip, Leslee and I were looking at AirstreamClassifieds.com, just casually, you know, to see what was out there. I had pulled up all the Airstreams that were in the states we'd be traveling home through (there aren't many Airstreams in Alabama).
One ad really jumped out: It was 31 ft, perfect for full-time living; a 1975 model (our favorite decade of Airstreams); a center bath, which meant we wouldn't have to walk through Charles' room to use the bathroom at night and also avoided the problem of the heavy rear-bath separating from the frame; they had installed a composting toilet like we wanted, opening up our parking options since we won't need a black-water connection; the floors had been redone with a lovely pine board, exactly what we wanted; there was already a large fridge for all the produce we buy; and all the built-in furniture had been removed, so now we could include exactly and only what we needed. AND it was only 20 minutes off our route through Virginia. AND it was under $10,000 (a very reasonable price for such a find). Ummm, yes please!
So we emailed the owners and arranged to see her on Friday as we traveled south. Our last few days were very full--both packing up Leslee for her big trip and preparing ourselves for a possible very big purchase. They sent us the link to their blog they'd used while they renovated it the previous year, and it was really neat finding so many similarities between them and us and so many parallels in our journeys.
When we arrived at their farm Friday afternoon, I was trying not to be too excited. We explored the Airstream thoroughly. We discussed its purchase rationally. And then, we told her we'd take it. On the condition that we could find a way to haul it down.
So we put the word out on Facebook. By the next day, we had a two different trucks we could borrow. (Our friends are so generous! Seriously.) Our plan was to make the trip back to Virginia two weeks later to bring her home.
But that's a whole 'nother chapter.
*Leslee is moving to Australia, ultimately to teach, and has sold her house, her car, and her possessions (less a very small storage unit) for an undetermined period of time. Helping her give away and pack up and throw out all her stuff during our trip really got us excited about doing the same thing at our house.
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