I have to be honest. I really thought the full-time RVing lifestyle would work for us.
It didn’t. At least not for now.
While we were waiting for our home in St. Peters to sell and close, we did live full time in our RV. We packed up everything, put it in storage, sold it, donated it, and left some larger furniture items for the new homeowners.
What I found was that even with as large of an RV as we had, having Joe work full time and share the working space wasn’t quite meshing for us. True, there are young families that do make that situation work, but the majority of full-timers are either retired or use their RV for their work.
As an artist, I grappled with the challenge of trying to make my projects small. It proved frustrating for–as you know–I need lots of room to work. As sweet as our pad was at Sundermeier RV Park in St. Charles was, there wasn’t space enough to stretch out a silk canvas and paint in the great outdoors. For Joe, who was virtually tied down to his office on wheels, once we were free to travel, moving from spot to spot during the day became very problematic. Check-in and check-out times for spots occurred when he should have been working from his makeshift office at the steering wheel. Frustrated, I found myself waiting for him to finish his day job just so we could venture out into town to enjoy life.
Spreading out in the big wide open spaces of Colorado didn’t seem like a huge possibility either. Our dream of ultimately living on the West Coast–either in an RV Co-op or buying a property and home–was fast becoming just a wild fantasy.
Why? Because we discovered that housing was crazy expensive. For the amount of money we gained selling our home here in Missouri, we might–at best–buy a hovel for the same price -in California or Washington State. Either that or we would be out on the edges of civilization away from all human life and any cell phone signals.
I had no space to work, and I personally didn’t want to live out the rest of my pre-retirement and retirement years being house poor.
We finally decided to buy a home right here. During the two months it took to close on our old home, we searched diligently. In the evenings, when we rode our scooters around Frenchtown, Saint Charles, we really fell in love with the historic ambiance of the city. I loved the feel and especially the people of the city.
The idea of owning a centuries old home fascinated us.
We looked at many, many properties. Finally, we found this beautiful French Colonial home on Third Street which the previous owners had gutted and completely and beautifully updated. This was not the typical house flip. They spent top dollar renovating the property, originally intending to retire there. Unfortunately for them–but fortunately for us–their plans changed.
This 166 year old home had character. It was the right price for us. Both I and Joe could use the entire basement floor for a studio/workshop space. (Joe loves to tinker, too.) Yes, he does bang his head on the basement ceiling from time to time (poor Joe) and there are a lot of stairs. But I find this house and neighborhood charming and truly a place I feel I can call home.
The full-time, work-from-home RV lifestyle didn’t work for us now, but I still hope that we can spend many happy vacation days in the RV before retirement. Then we may just yet full-time it.
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