When talking to someone the other day about the state of the bus, what we’re working on right now, and what are plans are, they joked about it being a money pit.  It never feels good to have someone verbalize your fears about maybe making a bad decision that you thought would be a good one.

Scott and I have cried on several occasions over how much money this bus project has cost us.  We’ve asked ourselves hundreds of times if doing this was a good idea.  We’ve wanted to quit and just throw it all away on numerous occasions just so we wouldn’t have to be burdened by it any more.  And then there was a lot more crying on my part about feeling dumb and immature for pushing us into buying a bus and trying to renovate it into a tiny house.  Because, yes, this whole bus thing is a product of my stubbornness and my crazy-wild-nonpractical-spirit that wants to be different from the Western norms.  Scott, for the billionth time, I’m sorry.

Each time that I apologize for getting us into this bus mess, Scott holds me tight, combs his fingers through my hair, and tells me that it’s not all my fault because he’s really wanted the bus from the beginning.  His mild-mature-much more practical-spirit who was a lot more concerned about the finances, the time, and the lack of building experience, wanted the bus too.  We might both get frustrated and angry about how much time and money this bus has and will continue to cost us, but the freedom it gives us, the ownership, the home for our family, the traveling experiences…  All of these things have no price to them and if we hadn’t bought our bus and spent every last penny we have, and more, on this thing then we wouldn’t have the experiences of growth, family unity, love of traveling, meeting new people, and raw adventure.

I feel like all of that was a jumbled mess, but basically what I’m trying to say is that you can’t really appreciate something unless you’ve worked really hard for it.  And our bus is no exception to that.  We love our bus and all of its quirks.  Ideally, we’d love to fix all of its quirks, so I guess we love our bus despite all of its quirks.  The point is, we love our bus.  We’d love to be done with all of the new renovations, have the airbags in the wheel wells fixed, and be on the road again but that will just have to wait a few more weeks.

Over Christmas, my older sister and her family came to Texas and my sister was so wonderful to spend a morning with us on the bus to document our new family in our home.  Zellie was just a week old and this was her first time on the bus.  These pictures bring me so much joy and make me even more eager to live in our little space again!  Some of our favorite spaces on the bus are highlighted in these photos and I am just amazed at how my sister did such a beautiful job capturing them!  (Plug for my sister being an amazing photographer because I like to brag about my awesome family 🙂 : Tiffany Willis Photography)  I don’t know about you, but I see us glowing in this bus, our home.  It really makes me a little bit giddy!

Our bus is not in perfect condition in these photos, but I won’t point out the flaws in hopes that you might even look past them to see the beauty in our hard labor 🙂

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Thanks for following along on our crazy journey, and know you’re not alone when you start to have doubts.  Find the positive and keep moving forward <3