Yesterday, Jason bought a trailer.

The mobile-home kind, not the kind that helps you move things behind your vehicle.

This means three things:

1. We will be moving again by fall.
2. We will be living on our property by fall.
3. We will be living in a trailer.

That last one only really bothers Jason. Since I know it's temporary, I can handle it and make it work. I lived in a trailer until I was nine, and I know that one can survive the experience unscathed. Jason, however, seems to have some kind of horrific expectation of what will come of living in a mobile home. Okay, not really, but he seriously wrestled with the decision, even though the one we bought has already depreciated as much as it's going to, and when we sell it in a few years, we can get all of our money back from it. And, as he says, "We'll be living in a trailer."

However, the only point that I'm really excited about is number two. Because, seriously? I've really moved enough in one year already. Really.