roots
generally, i have a fear of small spaces. not true claustrophobia, mind you, just an anxious sort of tightness that sets in when i realize i’ll be confined for an extended period of time. you know, like in an airplane. i don’t like sitting between people at restaurants or at the movies and i’m just not big on people pushing their grocery carts up my butt in line.
but i love our RV. i adored living in the dorm at college. my ideal sleeping arrangement is curled up in a sleeping bag. i like efficiency and compactness. my office has lovingly been nicknamed ‘the dorm’ for a reason. all the comforts of home in a nice neat package. and with the RV, that package is mobile!
maybe the confined space prevents me from becoming overly cluttered. maybe i like being forced to find a space for everything or having everything in its place. maybe the simplest reason is the best – my first home was a trailer. of course, being a baby and toddler, i had no idea i lived in a trailer or the perceived social implications of my status. yes, i have redneck roots!
and in my emerging adulthood, i am gladly, gratefully, and joyously reclaiming my redneck heritage! i’ve got the truck, white, like my father’s and now, a modern, yet smaller version of my childhood home. and i foresee, in my future, a little vegetable garden and maybe even a tool bench – a chip off the old block.
better get working on my green thumb…
