If my 15-year-old self found out that one day I'd move into a 40-year-old trailer, I probably would have wondered where my life had gone terribly wrong.
How could moving into an old trailer possibly make me happy, let alone be something I'd do on purpose? What my younger self didn’t realize was how much of a rat race the real world truly is.
As soon as I left college, it became a competition to get the fanciest car, the biggest house, and the nicest stuff to put inside that big house. My husband and I played along because we thought that’s just what you’re supposed to do. But slowly we started waking up to the fact that the people around us were working themselves ragged to pay for luxuries they barely even had time to enjoy.
Everything society was telling us to chase started looking like the exact opposite of happiness. We realized that we found true contentment when we took vacations and spent time outdoors exploring, seeing new things, and living in the moment, not when we were spending days stuck in traffic, sitting in a cubicle, or staring at the TV screen.