House guarded by gun three days a week. Guess which three days...

One year ago today we moved into this life. Five years ago tomorrow we said "I do." What the heck was I thinking those years in between?! I learned that I can live in a space normally reserved for hamsters and guinea pigs. I learned that I can take a shower in a space and pace reserved for prisons. I know that walls with no insulation will freeze when the outside temperature drops, and that when you touch it in sleep it will send you up and awake at a very fast rate. I know that, believe it or not, tornadoes are not attracted to all types of trailers. Just mobile homes. Not RVs. And I know that any time you say "it won't"... it will. I have learned that I can drive below the speed limit staring at the same rearend of a camper for two solid days with a car full of kids and cats and not lose my mind, though I woefully request not to do so again. I also know that this last year was actually filled with fun, laughter, and adventure. How many times in life can we say that we took on a crazy challenge and survived?
I must admit that I am ready for a foundation-style life again. I am ready for a door that has handles (and locks), I am ready for a large closet. I will miss my very comfy bed. Who would have thought that the master bedroom bed in a camper could become the most comfortable bed I've ever had? It's a cave. And I love my cave.
I want a dishwasher.
I think my quest in this adventure is complete. I've broken a myriad of items: grates, cabinets, blinds, drawers. The list is long and distinguished. The bull in the china closet is ready for space...