Home Is Where Your Honey Is

I've been reluctant to write about our experiences here in Jackson as of recent. Self-doubt, feeling completely ordinary at best, and sheer lack of time have all been a few of the barriers in my line of vision for this blog.


Does anyone even read what I write?


Is there anyone out there, besides our blessed mothers, that want to hear about these perfectly ordinary experiences?


What's so special about two people - who love each other very much - living in a camper, in a tourist town, doing completely uninteresting jobs?


The answers to these questions might be a resounding "no" and "absolutely nothing"; yet, I feel the desire to capture these moments before they fade from our memories for good.


So, whether you're here reading "The Camper Chronicles" out of courtesy to Corey or I, or whether you're simply just curious as to what we've been up to, we thank you for that simple curiosity and for following along this journey with us.


We invite you to enjoy reading about what we have learned while living in this 22 foot camper, how we (mostly, I) have coped with the change, and of the experiences we are having with the awesome group of people that we work with this summer.


This camper has become our home. More than I ever thought it would. I'd never slept in a camper in my life before this summer, and I sure had no intentions of doing so either (I know....drama queen).


I thought a home consisted of 4 sturdy walls, a proper dining and living room, doors for privacy, and a kitchen with a massive island in the middle of it. I thought that happiness came in the form of comfortable living and spacious bathrooms. I thought that this camper was going to feel uncomfortable for the entirety of our 4 months residing in it.


I thought, I thought, I thought....a bunch of preconceived notions.


What a silly thing to do.


Since living here, my definition of a home has changed. We have 4 paper thin walls, a very cozy bathroom, zero preparation space for cooking, a couch that we avoid sitting on because it is so uncomfortable, and 1 slim-jim door for privacy...but it is HOME.


Here, we have shared our frustrations from a tough days work and given guidance on how to deal with those little hiccups.


Here, we have bonded over every episode Chip and Joanna Gaines' Fixer Upper and made plans for building our future dream home (which is gonna be awesome by the way).


Here, we have relished in each others successes and made goals to continue achieving great things.


Here, we have planned trips that will take us far from home, stalked KSL for our next car that hopefully won't leak oil 🙏, and have struggled to fit comfortably together in a full bed.


Oh, the adventures!


What a place to fall in love over and over again every day. What a place to plan our future together. What a place to share stories about the interesting people that we meet. What a place to call home.


I've come around to this minimalist living. I don't want to live like a minimalist for the rest of my days, but it has taught me some valuable lessons:


1. We truly can be happy in whatever circumstances we are asked to endure. It will take lots of effort from all involved, but it can be done.

2. We can make a home out of a few pieces of paper (lol), a stove, and a bed. It ain't purty, but it's home!

3. Wherever your person is, whether you have found them yet or not, is where happiness and contentment can and should be found. If that means you're living in a tiny camper next to an Inn, in a van on the beach, in an ordinary home in the country, or in a mansion on the next block, as long as you are with your person, you can make it through (love you babe).

4. Home is where your honey is. 👫


Happiness can be found in the most ordinary of places and circumstances.

Remember that!



Cheers till next time,


THE SAUNDERS