Truck Living
This month, as it nears an end, is my one year anniversary of living in a truck. This Dodge Ram 1500 with a slight lift, 33″ tires and a camper shell, named Beluga, with her whale-shaped contours has been the home of my dog and i for one year. We have lived in Boulder, Colorado; Moab, Utah; Fayetteville, West Virginia; on the Chesapeake Bay in Virginia and various other short-term places like Nashville, Tennessee; New York, New York; Chapel Hill, North Carolina, to name a few over the last year.
Most everything i own is carried in my truck and on a trailer that holds my raft, with the exception of some tools and collections of stamps and coins that i inherited from my father after his young, cancer-induced death several years ago. I would love to sell these items and have everything be contained in my vehicle, but i simply lack the desire to become an expert on stamps and coins. I also have some tools stashed away in storage that serve the purpose of facilitating a periodic remodel or improvement to make truck-life more comfortable.
I’m amazed. It is a peculiar life, filled with great learning. On this anniversary, a peculiar thing has been acknowledged… several things really. First, K2 and i would rather stay in our home than the most hospitable of friend’s guest spaces and the second being that any woman that i seriously date must be ok with my living situation.
K2 and i wish you a good night, from the depths of Beluga.
