I could live someplace the size of a hotel room, I believe. I don't need a lot of space. Tiny houses appeal to me. Purging my home in preparation for selling it taught me a lot about what I need, as well as what I tend to keep without thinking about it.
But I do believe that both Remy (my dog) and I need a home. This home doesn't necessarily have to be stationary. It could be a camper or a small motorhome. But as we continue on our travels, I sense more and more the need for a familiar place to "come home to," a place where I know the place of things, a place where there is some small semblance of predictability. Remy has done well with all the travel, the hotel rooms, Airbnb, and homes where we've been welcomed. It takes him about a day to become territorial in a new spot. But he's tired. He sacks out before I do at the end of the day. I think the lack of routine and sense of place wears on him. Watching him, I've realized that it wears on me a bit, too. I still don't know what place we'll end up with, but at least I now recognize the need for one.
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