I live in a 28-ft. travel trailer…with no slide-outs.  Not by myself.  My husband and son are blessed to share the space with me.  This was not a dream of mine, a goal, or even a thought I had growing up.  It is a reality, however. My father-in-law passed away in June of 2016.  He left nearly everything he owned to my husband, which consisted of a few acres of land, around 55 mama cows, a slew of babies, and three bulls.  On the land, sits a 40-plus-year-old double-wide trailer house, threadbare and thoroughly lived-in.  If you were to venture inside it, you would need to be very careful.  There…