Three years and counting.

That is how long I have lived in the country. We moved in on April 1st. "No joke" is what I told my friends.

We bought this small property 10 years ago, put in a well and septic system, moved a mobile home onto it, and pretty much left it alone. But then we became empty nesters, and realized it was time to move. Now, the dilemma was - move to where? My husband REALLY wanted to move to the country; I wasn't sure, but maybe even into the city. It was being "revitalized", after all. Who wouldn't want to be part of that? Hmmm, my husband didn't. He worked in the city and wanted out at the end of the day. Until we could come to a consensus on where to buy a house, we settled on the place we already had. The mobile home, the trailer.

We listed and sold our house in a month. Everything we owned except the basics was put into storage, we moved into the trailer, and my husband went off to work (to the city, where I wanted to be!) leaving me in the country to fend for myself. Of course, our two mixed-lab dogs were out there with me, but being city dogs they didn't exactly like the wide open space either. So we huddled together in the trailer, me and the dogs. Pathetic, I know, but I'm not sure agoraphobia doesn't run in my family. And did I mention our college-attending daughter decided to move home again to attend community college while she was in between universities? Nice...

After a year in the country, I was pretty much sold on living there. So, I looked at my husband and told him we either needed to "remodel" or build a house. We've been in our new house for a little over a year now, and love it! Our daughter chose a new university, enrolled, and moved out. So, we're back to the empty nest. Only this time, we know where we want to be.