Several years ago, John and I tossed around the possibility of traveling the country in an RV.  In my version of the dream, I saw a large RV and a small house somewhere in the TX hills or within a few hours of our grown children, a place to keep our treasures while we were on the road.  John’s dream was slightly different…a small RV and no house until we traveled around and picked a state we both loved.  With a little give and take by both of us, and a few alligator tears shed by me, we decided upon a large motorhome and a storage unit in Conroe, TX.  It would house anything that we could not bear to part with, sell or donate to our favorite resale shops and our local church craft group. And so, the fall down the rabbit hole began.