Hi all! So a few weeks ago, I wrote and told you, on a whim, about our “new” 40 year old mobile home, and I have to tell you, I’ve been blown away by your positive response! So I’m going to try to keep you updated, even though a DIY project – especially of this magnitude – is way out of my depth. Hope you enjoy!
Have you ever taken on a project, and then immediately turned around and thought “how in the world am I ever going to have time for this?!”
That’s been me for the past two or three weeks since we got our mobile home out to the farm.
We’ve made plans to go out, and then cancelled them over and over again. Though to be fair, most of the time those plans fell through because we’re so ridiculously wimpy when it comes to cold weather.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
First, we had to move the mobile home.
Here’s me, walking around before we moved it, ranting about there being both a shower stall and a bathtub, wasting space in such a small house. You can here the sound of Gabe welding on a trailer hitch in the background, and my kids being a little crazy.
Initially, we were given a week to get the trailer hauled off. It seemed like plenty of time, but then… it rained.
No problem, that would only make us two days late… except that the truck we had contracted tried to haul another home before the ground dried out adequately and, you guessed, got stuck.
In the end, it took us over two weeks to get that trailer out to the farm! But the property owners were gracious, and we did get it.
There were two spots on the farm where we wanted to put the trailer – or more accurately, one location I wanted to put it, and one where Gabe wanted it.
After walking around and sizing things up, I conceded that Gabriel’s idea was better for the simple reasons that it was closer to existing electricity, and the place where I wanted to put it, though beautiful with a view of the large pond, would be really difficult to get the trailer into because of the rolling hill, which would catch the ends of the trailer, without significant bulldozing.
As it was, they had to do some extra bulldozing while the mobile home blocked the road on the way in anyway. Oops..
But get it in we did, and we invested the money in having the transport company professionally set and tie down the trailer as well to save our backs (okay let’s be honest, to save Gabe’s back).
So fast forward a couple weeks, and I’ve made exactly two trips out the new place – one to size things up and try to figure out where to start, and the second to start dismantling the master bedroom.
Gabe has done a bit better than me. He’s managed to get the rood sealed so that we can replace the nasty, rotten ceiling panels with something sturdier, and hopefully prettier.
Y’all, I’m the least qualified person to take on this kind of job. Yikes!
But you know what’s awesome? The kids. Garrett got in there and helped, but for real, and in his own mind, and didn’t quit until we were done.
I’m not sure how much he’ll love the rebuilding part, but the demolition phase is right up his alley. I love it!
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