Where are we…. ah yes. 2020. You remember it back then. Chaos. Uncertainty. Masks. Wanting to run into the woods and leave civilization entirely…
Just us? Just me? probably not. Life had gotten comfortable with the day to day grind. I had become a mother, we were working successfully at our job. Not complacent, not boring, just enough struggle to keep things interesting and just enough down time to keep the peace. But happy. Love.
And then one day Ben came home from a job that he was doing a few hours away in central Washington. “I just did a job for a client, and they have a bus they are thinking of sell…”
“YES.”
“I didn’t finish”
“I know what you were going to say and that’s our bus. I know it. Just tell me how much, just ask them if they are willing to do payment … wait. Does it run?
“Yes.”
“Ask them if they are willing to work something out!!”
And the rest is history. Kind of. It’s also presently.
Yes, they wanted to sell, but they were using it for storage while they were building their home, so they were willing to do a payment plan so long as it was paid by summer when they no longer needed it. Perfection. Manifested. Truly. I saw this. For ten years, Ben and I have talked over this dream to death. We have envisioned it over and over again. Discussed plans, dreams, and ideas. Brainstormed ways that we could make it happen, make it somehow work. And the moment I heard him talk about this bus I knew it was ours.
This was the bus we dreamed about.
This was our next project.
Only this time, it wasn’t just him and I. We weren’t newbies or newlyweds, and we had two little helpers to assist us on this one. BUT, please do not mistake this for me saying we know what we are doing. We aren’t newbies but we aren’t bus renno-professionals and give no advice or encourage you to DIY how we DIY’d this project. You gotta DIY your way!
I was dreaming this so hard, I was scared to fully accept that this was going to be ours until the day we were driving it home.
