I never thought I would be able to say that I live in a trailer.
Now, however, I probably use the word "trailer" 15 times a day. Typical statements regarding the trailer include:
We need to refill the LP tank for the trailer.
Wow, this trailer has a laundry chute. My house didn't have a laundry chute.
Can you believe how much the trailer shakes when the cat runs through?
What's with all these fruit flies in my trailer?
We definitely need a mud room in the trailer.
My trailer has surround sound -- my house didn't have surround sound.
Close the door so the gnats and mosquitoes don't get into the trailer!
The trailer is very cozy.
There's not much room in the trailer for a bunch of useless stuff.
The power's out in the trailer again.
The shower in the trailer has a skylight. My house didn't have a skylight in the shower.
Do you know how to work the heater in the trailer?
There's no room in the trailer's fridge for my crockpot.
We're not actually in a FEMA trailer, since they lost our application the first time and ignored us the second. Steve's parents were generous enough to buy a fifth-wheel for us to use. It is very nice. We're the envy of the trailer park. I feel very cozy in it.
There isn't a great deal of moving-around room, so we often have to jockey for position when trying to get ready for work or a gig. But the recliners are nice, the bed is comfortable, most everything is within arm's reach, and I feel tucked-in whenever I'm there. A minister friend of mine commented that the trailer has sort of a cocoon-like quality. I suppose that's why it's so comfortable, and also why I'm so attached to it now. I feel safe there. I don't really have any desire to think about what's really going on when I'm tucked into my trailer cocoon.
I found out that the fruit flies are a plague in many trailers around town, so I feel a bit better knowing it's not just me. I clean, I take out the garbage daily, but they persist. You get accustomed to the fruit flies, the tracking of mud, the occasional loss of power (most recently when I was in the shower getting ready for a gig and the electric water pump stopped pumping), and the small fridge. I'll almost be sad to leave. Of course that won't be any time soon, so I have plenty of time to get used to the idea.
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