We knew it wouldn't be easy living in a motor home. We are a family of five: Stephen, bless his heart, and 4 ladies. (Grandma always said, "bless his/her heart." I guess I got that from her.) The motor home is maybe 10 feet by 25 feet. It's the kind you drive, not the kind you pull. It is not ours -- we borrowed it from my parents, so technically we live in a borrowed camper. That somewhat makes us sound like losers, doesn't it? We pulled it to this spot in the backyard Memorial Day weekend, and we've lived here ever since. We knew we did not want to use the toilet in the camper while we were working on the house, so a few weeks before we moved here for good, we came down and with the help of Stephen's Dad, my Uncle Dwight, and my cousin, Matt, we put a brand new toilet into a half gutted bathroom. We fixed the plumbing to the point that there were no more leaks and hooked up outside water so we had a hose to run to the camper. When we came down, we only needed to run the hose, open the tanks, and plug in our house. We lost power several times until Stephen's dad figured out we didn't have the chord in a breaker designed to hold a camper. But, once we got that fixed, we've had no more electrical problems. There is plenty of room - to sleep. The booth style kitchen table seats 4, and at night becomes Faith's bed. The fold down couch sleeps both girls easily and folds up for extra seating during meal times. The driver's chair holds clean towels, and the passenger's chair holds dirty ones in a basket. There is a short kitchen with a propane 4-burner stove and small oven and a kitchen sink. There are plenty of cabinets to hold food and dishes, and we've stopped using paper products to try and reduce our carbon footprint. I do not mind doing dishes -- it beats the sacks of garbage the paper plates were creating. There is a small frig slightly bigger than a dorm frig. It has a small freezer too. It was a problem for a few weeks, but my new frig came in relatively quickly after ordering, so we put it in the house for more cool storage. Across from the frig in the hallway is a small door that leads to a bathroom. There is a tiny toilet, a tiny sink, and a tiny shower. The shower is about 12 inches by 18 inches. It is impossible to turn around comfortably. However, at the end of a long work day - the water is cool and clean, and it feels wonderful. In the very back of the camper about 5 feet from the kitchen table is where Stephen and I sleep. There is a queen size bed with two side tables. There are cabinets over the bed to place clothes, and two small closets on each side to hang some clothes too. Under the bed there is more storage. There is also storage under the camper where we stick things when we need a little more space. We do not spend much time here. On the hottest days, I come here in the afternoon with the girls to cool off and rest. I fix and clean up 3 meals here a day. We watch TV before we pass out at night. In the morning, we are generally up with the sun, dressed, breakfast, and back in the house. We once moved from a 2800 square foot house to a 2500 square foot house and complained about really needing those extra 300 square feet. Grandma's house is 1400 square feet. The storage building currently holding all our stuff is 2900 square feet. The camper is about 250 square feet primarily taken up by furniture. Doing the math on that, I'd say we'll be having quite a large storage building sale before we move here. We are so thankful for this 250 square feet. The camper has a/c -- something we absolutely must have on days like today. It is night and still 91 degrees. There are days walking to the bathroom can cause me to break out in a sweat. The house was usually a little cooler, but lately it had been almost unbearable. The only thing to do was drink water and keep working. But...yesterday was a historic day here at 1425 County Road 1950 North. The heating and air team came. We ordered our hvac system about four weeks ago. Yesterday it came. When I was a kid, Grandma had one propane furnace in the living room of the house. The rooms were small and many walls closed each off from the other. She used blankets to close off the doors and keep the heat primarily in three rooms: her bedroom, the kitchen, and the living room. The bathroom which was in the back of the house all by itself was always freezing. She had an electrical heater that sat next to the toilet. She didn't leave it on all the time, but it was a nice relief from the cold when you had to use the toilet and there was a heat source right next to it. In the summer, she had one window unit air conditioner in the same living room. The house was never insulated. I always thought that must be an exaggeration, but I personally gutted or witnessed the gutting of every wall in the house and there was not one stitch of insulation anywhere. After my mother's father died in 1951, my Grandma's brother, Chettie came to live with her, sharecrop the land, and take care of the farm. From 1946 to 1951 Grandma and Grandpa had a coal burning stove in the kitchen which she cooked with and another in the front room of the house for heat. My mother said every summer, Grandma would take the stoves apart piece by piece and polish them until they shined. After Grandpa Floyd died, Uncle Chettie brought in the propane tank and installed a large propane furnace and stove in place of the coal burning ones. The heating of this house is actually why we were able to buy it. Grandma's house was always cold or hot - there was very little in between except for the kitchen in the winter where she was always cooking, and the living room in the summer - right in front of the window unit. I once woke up on a Thanksgiving morning so cold I went to stand in front of the big furnace. I leaned on its big metal grate soaking up the warmth. When I finally got warm enough and walked into the kitchen, I realized by little robe was too hot to wear. Grandma came over quickly and turned me around and I had melted the entire backside of my robe. Luckily it was flame resistant. I once sat crying in Grandma's tub shivering from the cold. My mother yelled at me to hurry so I could get my jammies on and warm up. My grandma had heard me crying and had warmed water on the stove in one of her big wash tubs. She came into the bathroom and poured the entire pan of water into the tub. It was the best bath I had ever had. Grandma always used propane to heat her house during my lifetime. In the coldest of months she would spend close to $1000 a month to heat her 3 rooms. That was almost all the money she had in a month. There was no need for the landowner's to insulate the house. Grandma was paying the utility bills. When we moved Grandma out in 1998, she sold her big propane tank and had enough money to buy a small kitchen table and chairs small enough to fit in her little apartment. When the next owners came in, they replaced the big propane furnace with electrical baseboard heaters. When the third owners came in, they pulled out all the baseboard heaters and put a wood burning stove in the living room. Still no one insulated. When the third owners finally could not stand the cold anymore, they moved out. On a freezing December day, they abandoned the house and took the wood burning stove with them. When we came the following November, the house had no heat source and no a/c. Yesterday a large unit was brought in and placed in the attic. Another was set outside by the house. I have lived in many homes with central heat and air, but the compressor seemed big and out of place next to Grandma's house. The inside unit filled up almost the entire attic with its octopus arms of duct work and silver metal air way system. But, this morning, when the unit had run all night, it was a cool 74 degrees in there -- in every room -- even the upstairs. And we still haven't insulated....yet. Our final delivery comes Tuesday morning. In it will be the dry wall, barn siding paneling, knotty pine for the ceilings, and enough insulation for every wall and ceiling in the entire house - even the internal walls. I never thought the idea of insulated walls would move me to tears, but the thought of finally coming full circle just seems so historic. Every time I walk in the house now, I yell out, "It's cold in here." It may be a running joke for many years to come.