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Tomorrow morning I meet with the seller to get the title to the trailer. I'm on edge and have been for days; the paranoia runs high when there's a lot at stake. I'm aware of it, though; it gives me a bit better control over it. That control is NOT perfect, and there've been some moments in this past week where I cracked. Badly. Once I've got the title and keys in my hands I'll feel a bit more secure.
The paneling in the living room and dining room is destined to be painted over to combat the "dear God it's a cave!" syndrome that plagues trailers from the 70's and early 80's. The windows all need to be dismantled, sealed and reassembled. Once the actual lease with the park is signed my gear can start getting moved in, and by then I'll have the utilities cut over into my name and have some heat and water (water goes with the lease, even though it's billed separately).
I can almost relax now.
Almost.
The paneling in the living room and dining room is destined to be painted over to combat the "dear God it's a cave!" syndrome that plagues trailers from the 70's and early 80's. The windows all need to be dismantled, sealed and reassembled. Once the actual lease with the park is signed my gear can start getting moved in, and by then I'll have the utilities cut over into my name and have some heat and water (water goes with the lease, even though it's billed separately).
I can almost relax now.
Almost.
