We'll be moving

Cliff's sister wisely decided to buy a house, and will be moving in a week.  

The more I thought about renting either the house or the mobile home out, the less I liked the idea.  If we stayed here in the mobile home, we would have to pay two electric bills, because Cliff's shop, the barn, and, most important, the well pump, are with the old house. 
   
Also, the mortgage is on the house, not the mobile home.  The house has to be insured so if it burns down, the bank gets their money.  Insurance companies won't insure a house that is uninhabited.
  
I love living back here behind the barn, but it's more about the location, not about the actual dwelling.  I can walk back here any time I please and stroll among the flowers.  We are not really giving up anything except the little dab monthly that we were getting from Cliff's sister.   

Five years ago we had a mobile home across the driveway from the house where my mom once lived; when she moved on to senior housing, we rented it to a family of four who paid their rent and really didn't cause a lot of problems, but there was a lack of privacy and the place grew more unsightly and cluttered over the years.  When I walked out the back door, that mess was the first thing I saw.  Now, when we move back and I walk out the door of the old, two-story house in the morning, I will actually be able to see the sun rising over the pasture.    

In the old days, between the teenagers living in the trailer, teenagers on the left, and teenagers on the right, all of them trekking across our yard and partying all night practically right outside our window, I felt like I lived in a ghetto.  The rental trailer is gone, some of the former neighbors have moved, others have simply grown up and matured, and there seems to be very little partying or brawling at 3 A.M. these days.  Not that any of that ever bothered Cliff, because once he takes his hearing aid out and goes to bed, he hears nothing.  

Cliff's sister made some improvements to our old house, with us footing the bill, of course.  There is air conditioning now, and better storm windows all around, and some other amenities.  I will have a larger kitchen with a much bigger sink and more counter space than this place has, and the water pressure is better there.  There are advantages, and actually, if I made a list, that house probably has more going for it than the mobile home.   

If the right person came to our door and asked about renting either place, we would think about it.  But we aren't going to pursue renters.  I am enjoying my privacy.  

Cliff told me that if we move back to the house, it is entirely my decision.  He doesn't want to be held responsible or hear me griping.   

So there you have it.  Since my life is an open book here on the World Wide Web, I felt it necessary to tell my readers what's going on.

P.S.  I went to a Passion Party last night.  It was fun.  I won a prize that Cliff now uses to scare the dog.  

And that's all I'm saying about that.