I recently moved from a 1967 mobile home (#20, above) to a 1970 mobile home in another park. I would describe #20 as the most beautiful place I have ever lived. It had 8-foot ceilings, and was probably the top-of-the-line when it was installed. A huge porch/ deck. A 3-story high walnut tree on the property behind me, full of squirrels playing chase. Owls, at times. And a brambly thing crawling over my wall that ended up yielding boysenberries.
It was hard to leave #20, but I did it primarily for financial reasons. And now I am unpacking in my new home which --- if I was to use the term “shabby chic” --- well, it would be far more shabby than chic. But I have noticed that it has excellent lighting, and the insulation is great, which will keep my cooling and heating costs down.
Besides the new neighbors, who are great, I am finding all the good little things about my place to tide me over until I can start the remodeling.
© Elena E. Smith, 2011
It's always hard to leave a place that has been "home" for so long. Before you know it, you'll be happy in your "new" home!
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