It happened. That commitment was not to a state mental hospital. Although some of my fellow nomadic wanderers would think that I should be "committed" considering what I did. I bought a park model at Far Horizons. I committed to owning "sticks and bricks" and the responsibility for maintenance. My preference would be to call someone to take care of any issues.
When I arrived in Tucson a month ago, I began a search for an apartment. For an apartment to be attractive, it could not be a cave -- windows at one end. With those requirements soon I was looking at luxury (read expensive) apartments or condos.
While searching for that ideal apartment, I also looked at park models at Far Horizons. Park models don't share walls with the neighbors. After looking at several units and not falling in love with any of them, I raised the amount I was willing to spend. That was when I found Old Yeller.
The major factor in the deciding on a park model over the luxury apartment was an existing community.
So today, the check was written to make Old Yeller my home. Now comes the part that I really dread -- moving my stuff. I never enjoyed moving. Fortunately, there is no furniture to move, but there is a lot of stuff in this trailer. Some of that stuff has not seen light in years. With a storage shed on the lot, that is where the stuff will get stored. Out of sight. Out of mind.
With 400 square feet, Old Yeller has twice the floor space as Wandrin Wagon. Twice the living space may be the only positive about this commitment.