A loft.

Today, june the 28th, 2014, we self evict-ourselves! Our renter moves in and our whole life of the last 25 years must move out. The junk you can cumulate in a quarter of a century is unbelievable.

We had agreed with Mike (our renter) that we would squat his driveway for a couple of weeks. It lasted a month almost to the day.

If you think leaving on a one or two year trip is crazy then you’ve never lived between a garage and the neighbourgs’ driveway for a month. Strange you say? Imagine the face of passer-bys when they see us in the garage, door wide open, sitting at our camping table, beside the fridge, just in front of the truck!

It’s kinda like a loft really. Everything is in the same room. Down there by the welder, it’s the shop. But wait, said shop ends near the middle of the 4X8 bench/table that also serves as a meal prepping/eating place. In the morning we push off the grinder (metal grinder, not coffee grinder) and take out the plates and cups. An hour later, the nuts and bolts take over and we must fold the table cloth!

8:00 am:

9:00 am:

A cup Dear?

No problem, they’re in one of the drawers of the chest.

The micro-waves?

Of course, just between the pressure washer and the compressor!

And that’s nothing. By then we were getting pretty organized thank you. You should have seen the mad house in the days following moving day! Total anarchy!

Do you realize this IS our home! Ouch! Let the trip begin, pllllllease!

In short, it’s been a whole month of welding, grinding and drilling between boxes of cereal and boxes of books. A month of shuffling boxes with your foot while trying to reach for a coffee or an extension cord. A month of sleeping in Mikes driveway and going to the bathroom in the garage is about enough. We’re mentally ready to leave now.

Tomorrow.

…Or should I say later today. It’s almost 2:00 am now and only a few bits and pieces to take care of still before the great departure tomorrow, or… Later today.

Stay tuned, the Adventure is just only beginning!