Daily writing prompt

What’s a topic or issue about which you’ve changed your mind?

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When my husband and I married 17 years ago, one of the first places we lived in was a mobile home. No, I am not going to talk smack about the industry itself… just the houses we actually lived in. Throughout the years we lived in a good many places… some regular houses and some with wheels, as I like to say. I decided early on that I wanted a REAL house… NO WHEELS.

I have written before of some past experiences in trailers… you know… the Kool-Aid Ant Party in my mouth, or the spider and the shoe, and we can’t forget the hole beneath the bunkbed story. After those days, I actually remember saying that I would NEVER live in a House with Wheels ever again!

Let’s do a quick pic of the way things went since then. We spent 5 years living on wheels, with my husband driving a Semi Tractor Trailer from one end of this beautiful country to the other… coast to coast. I thought that it would be hard, but in truth, we made some wonderful memories and I loved the freedom of movement. We eventually bought our first real home… no wheels… in a small town outside of Roanoke, Virginia. It was small and did not have even one matching doorway… I was in love! I called it my crooked house!

When Covid forced the shutdown, my husbands company decided to take this opportunity to file false claims of termination for over a third of their employees… trying to slow the process of paying out benefits to those that earned them. Unemployment stopped answering their phones… money dried up… local resources became exhausted. We fell through every legal gap there was to be found in this country. We were not finished paying off our Rent to Own home, so we were evicted when it was not even legal. I will always feel a pang of sorrow, every time I remember that Sherriff posting our 72 hour notice on the front door of my tiny crooked house.

We gave away everything we possessed to any local person willing to walk through and take what they wanted. I was not about to let anybody sell and make money off kicking us to the curb, so we gave it all away.

It was literally less than a week after loosing everything we had, Unemployment called back… thanks for nothing guys! We never received even half of what we were owed from the government, and my husband was desperate for a way to survive this garbage. He took what we got from his unemployment and bought us an RV.

WHEELS! Why does it always have to have wheels God?

I won’t bore you with details anymore, but needless to say, I have come full circle since that day we moved away from the Kool-aid ant hole house with wheels. Not only do we still live in that same old RV we bought, but guess where we live? We rest our heads not 5 blocks away from where we started years before.

Not only have we ended up back where we started, I find that I would not want to live any other way, besides traveling in our house with wheels! I can say without a doubt that I have changed my mind on this issue… It’s WHEELS FOR ME!

Have a traveling snack…