IKEA Dreams, Camper Living Realities

Yeah, I have a lot of wants and it might be driving me a little crazy. I didn’t think I would be the first to crack, but I was. Our kids quickly followed and my husband is getting close. I know that we are lucky. We have a place to live and it is our place. It isn’t borrowed, it isn’t a hotel, and we have four walls and air-conditioning. While we are homeless by official definition, we still have a home, even if it doesn’t feel like “home.” While I may be dreaming of a shopping trip to Ikea where I will actually be able to buy stuff, I’m also mentally purging as I remember all of the stuff that we have to move into a house that is 1000 square feet smaller than our last house. If anything, camper living has taught me the lesson that I have been teaching my writing students for years: “Less is more.” And while we are still displaced, the light is at the end of the tunnel. Some days that light seems dimmer, some days it seems brighter, but it is still there.