Hello! I'm finally back at it again!
When I last left off, the trailer was basically a construction zone and I was incredibly overwhelmed. Not in actuality, but in the blog post.
The housewarming/send-off party was lovely. My favorite friends and neighbors and family came and hung out, and saw a pretty clean, homey trailer. We ate snacks, and almost everyone painted a wooden handle to go on a cupboard or drawer. Mom kept track of who painted which one, and afterwards I labeled them all, and then Hannah and I sprayed sealant on them, and we installed them all because we were excited. 😁
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| All the lovely handles that people painted! And you can see a little bit of where Mom wrote the names of the artists on the paper underneath. These are from when we were sealing them, though, so they're not next to the correct names. 😅 |
After the party, Hannah and I sat and talked for a long time. I think it was sort of both of us preparing ourselves for what would happen in the next few days. It was so good to just sit and be, between all the chaos and stress and change.
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| We were feeling pretty cute on my little green couch. 😊 |
It was a lovely and peaceful evening. Absolutely nourishing.
And then chaos came again. Everything got packed up, to the best of our ability, so that it wouldn't all move and break on the upcoming voyage. And off we went! Hannah and I went in my car, with Izzy. I didn't have a cat carrier, so Izzy just sat herself under my seat, snuggled against my leg. (There was a scary moment in Redmond, I think, where she wanted to sit underneath the brake pedal instead. But otherwise things were pretty uneventful.)
Mom and Dad came in the pickup, towing the trailer, and bringing Bailey. Everything and everybody made it safely here!
Where is here?
Well, we parked the trailer at my Uncle Leland and his family's house outside of Mount Vernon, in the John Day Valley, in Grant County. We're by the Painted Hills and the Fossil Beds, if that helps anyone. It looks like this.
It's so pretty here! And there's actual sunshine sometimes!! 😁 I think there have only been a couple days I've been here, that have had the sort of darkness that's so prevalent in the Willamette Valley this time of year. So that's definitely a perk of being here. And it's also slightly the entire reason I gave when I pitched this idea to everyone involved.
When I got here, there were no water or electricity hookups for the trailer. There was, and still is, a ditch running through the area right next to the trailer, with water lines in it and such, but things weren't hooked up when I got here. So Dad and Uncle Leland ran a bunch of extension cords from an outbuilding, and I hauled water in a gallon jug. The first afternoon here, Dad and my cousin Dale installed insulation board all around the bottom of the trailer, and Dad unloaded the flooring we'd brought along. The next day, Mom and Dad and Hannah headed out, and here I stayed.
My first couple weeks here were really busy. On Saturday was cider making and a bonfire, Sunday was church, and then came settling in, and visiting people or going somewhere almost every day, it seemed. Somewhere in the middle of all this, my cousin Dale installed flooring in the trailer! There was juuust enough to do the whole thing in the same color. I made him a chai latte as payment.
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| The flooring is definitely a lot nicer than the subfloor!!! |
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| Dale, hard at work. |
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| My beautiful, smooth, non-splintery, waterproof floor!!! |
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| The payment for services rendered. 😁 |
Around the same time as Dale was putting flooring in, Uncle Leland got a backhoe and some conduit and got to work finalizing the water line.
A lot went into settling me in here, and I'm really grateful.
The first few weeks, I was having to fill a propane tank every 5ish days to keep the heat running, which was a lot of money and trips to the gas station. On Thanksgiving, sometime in the wee hours, I realized that the propane had run out, and the heat system was just pumping cold air from outside directly into the trailer! I turned off the "heat" and piled all my blankets onto the bed, and went back to sleep.
When I got up in the slightly later morning, and stepped outside, I was surprised to find it warmer outside the trailer than inside! The sun was probably starting to warm things up out there, but the effects hadn't spread to the trailer yet. Both areas were probably in freezing temperatures, though. I went into the house and sat by the wood stove until somebody woke up. Thankfully, it wasn't too long until my cousin Gabe came down to the living room, and I asked for his help. Turns out the trailer has a dual propane tank system, and it's super easy to turn off the empty tank and open the full one. So I've been dealing with that by myself ever since.
I wrote in the Smucker Family WhatsApp group that Thanksgiving morning, "I'm thankful for each and every one of my blankets! 😁😬"
After a few weeks of me burning a LOT of propane, Uncle Leland got out a really heavy-duty electrical cord that can handle more watts. This means that I'm now using a little electric heater, and the propane heat only kicks in if the temperature gets below whatever temperature I decide I don't want it to get below. 😁 This has saved me a lot of money, and it's greatly reduced my slight fears of running out of propane and freezing again.
Trailer life has definitely been an interesting learning curve! Dealing with propane was really intimidating to me at first, but I've gotten pretty used to it. I still haven't been brave enough to try the propane oven, though! I think it would take some trial and error to find out how accurate the temperature settings are, and I don't want to deal with that here and now.
Bailey and Izzy are both very settled in their little routines. In the mornings I get up and hang out with Izzy while Bailey sleeps in, then I let Izzy outside and Bailey wakes up and has her breakfast. After a little while, Izzy comes back in and they both nap in their comfy spots. They're not best friends, but they've definitely gotten used to coexisting in a small space. In fact, the first time I let Izzy go outside for awhile, Bailey was pretty anxious.
As far as life itself, over here? I think I've learned a lot so far. I'm not entirely what all of it might be yet, though. 😅 I do think I learned more of what it takes to integrate into a new community, how to relate to people who are different than I am in a lot of ways, and how to see more nuance in life in general. Most things aren't black and white. The world is a swirl of grays. And since being here, I've gotten a lot more comfortable with sitting in the grays, and letting them be confusing and messy and difficult sometimes. Since 2020 I've been trying to recover from the very "black and white" mentality that seemed to engulf so many people, including me. And I think I've definitely made some strides with that on the past couple of months here.
One of the most impactful things, if not the most impactful thing, that has happened here for me has been the babies. My Uncle Leland and Aunt Sandra are foster parents who currently have two little girls: a baby and a toddler. I can't post pictures of them, so you'll just have to imagine things.
Before coming here, I had never picked up a baby. I had never fed a baby or changed a diaper or tried to reason with a stubborn toddler who can't talk back yet. I know how people often see me and my arms, so I never wanted to ask a mom to let me help with her fragile, little baby. I wasn't confident I could do any of these things with safety or competence, and I never really had an opportunity to discover or develop any skills in that area. My plan was, if I ever get married, to just adopt slightly older toddlers at the youngest, that can already walk, and sort of circumvent the whole issue.
BUT!
Aunt Sandra patiently showed me how to do some things, and watched as I tried to figure out other things. She made sure I was doing everything safely and competently. And now, when the baby starts fussing, I can say, "Is it time for a bottle, or should I check her diaper?" and whatever the answer is, I can deal with it.
And the toddler hasn't been as intimidating as I assumed they generally are. She gets stubborn and opinionated sometimes, but she's so fun and funny! I have trouble holding in my laughter when she's being disobedient with a particular bit of sass, or when she makes faces or accidentally calls the friend I'm messaging. And she's starting to form sounds into words, which is so exciting! I'm okay with her being loud or having fits sometimes when she doesn't get her way. We all feel like that sometimes, she just feels things really loudly. 😁
Anyway, this part of life here has made me a lot more confident about dealing with babies and children in general. I feel like now I actually know a bit of what I'm physically capable of, which is a huge help.
Other than that, I've just been doing life here. I've checked out a few churches in the area, and connected with friends and cousins that I had lost touch with, a bit. I'm really glad to have had this opportunity. I also feel like, with my fluctuating energy levels and being sick for a week, I haven't made as much connection here as I would've liked to. Yesterday I was at my honorary Aunt Reba's house and she said, "... You're leaving already; we were just getting used to having you here!"
I feel the same way, a bit. I'm heading home tomorrow, and it simultaneously feels like the right time, and way too soon. Especially when most of the ladies and girls around here are heading to a retreat this weekend, so goodbyes are a bit rushed.
This morning I held the baby for what very well might be the last time. Changed the last diaper and fed her the last bottle I might ever give her. And that's pretty hard. I'm gonna miss both the little girls. I'm gonna miss the sunshine, and Ike the horse who asks me for carrots whenever I walk by. I'm gonna miss being just steps away from having cousins to talk to. I'm gonna miss exploring cultural differences and getting to reconnect with a whole little church community. I'm gonna miss Julie and Annie's piano playing, and talking to each of my cousins about what kind of lives they're working towards.
At the same time, I'm so excited to be close to my family again. I haven't seen my parents or Tristan or Hannah for awhile! And I'm looking forward to reconnecting with my church families 'back home'. I miss being with the people who have known me my whole life and whom I can be fully transparent and vulnerable with in the way that only comes from many years of relationship. I am SO EXCITED to have so many restaurants with totally different cuisines again, and I'm thrilled to be able to get boba whenever I "need" it. 😁 I'm looking forward to taking Bailey to "Grammy's House" in the evenings for family dinner, and to having cell service again.
It's a mixed bag. Just as I was settling in, I'm uprooting again. But that's just how things go sometimes, I guess. I really hope we all arrive at the next phase of things safely.
-Dolly