A trailer for the Silver lot has been the last thing on my mind, but on my walk yesterday I saw one of these …

Forest River Ibex RV Suite Destination Trailers

… and the guy who was dragging it from UT to TX with his 3500 dually was super-friendly and proud and open to questions.

Here’s the thing.

If one had upwards of 75K for a doublewide of 1200 square feet or whatever, that would clearly be the way to go.

But …

If money is as tight as it seems to really be now, and one could abide dropping down well below 400 hundred square feet of living space into one of these, then the dream could be marginally fulfilled by grabbing one up for half what a doublewide would cost.

So it has to be seriously considered as a contender, in this new frozen real world.

Where the existing home equity has to cover the purchase without debt, i.e.

90K in equity in the black, and the red allocated thus:

40K for an Ibex
20K for a used ALiner
25K to service extant debt
5K unallocated but certainly and easily devoured by site prep, the right hitches on the right vehicles, and shit like that.

A real superminimalist base camp on the lot in the promised land.
A real platform for mobile living in the form of the ALiner.
No outstanding mortgage or debt at all, which would make my current income livable.

All for the sacrifice of this current SandRock house.

Which you’ve already told me you don’t want to buy.

But maybe just maybe someone will.

I think it’s an edgy but reasonable dream.

I wonder if I could pull that equity out first in the form of a remortgage or LoC, and
–pay off the cards
–set up the mobile living arrangement first
–sell the house (the big tricky part; what to do with cats and all the shit meanwhile) and
–use what’s left of the asset to go for the tiny home

Yes …

It would be unsettling, inconvenient, and come with lots of risk for sure.

But no one would be dangling promises or calling me up to do me favors.

There’d be no one’s future to decide, but my own.

And what a god-damned relief that would be.

***

(In a way this is the video that never [yet] happened.
Writing it freed me up to clear off the iPhone.
I had chastised myself for being slack over nothing.
There was a single hey-miss-ya from 3 days ago.
I replied
and so:
No harm
No foul.
Lookit you leónito!
only 3 days into the year
and your paws, they are clean.
)