Why would you want to live in a truck?
That’s weird.
Gosh, how horrible.
These are all things I wish people would say or ask me about the whole truck situation, but everyone I know is annoyingly accepting of it. If anyone did happen to say any of these things they would find themselves at the mercy of my slow and shower cultivated wit.
Unfortunately it doesn’t seem like it’s an odd thing to do, especially around Moab, UT which is where I lived before the truck thing and where I still spend a lot of time. People are so frustratingly blasé about the whole thing. “Oh, that’s nice”, they say. Or, “Uh huh, yeah, my brother is doing that”. It’s infuriating really. All I want is a little resistance, a little cause to give my rebel, but no, quick and free acceptance is all I can find.
I think I need a different audience. Maybe instead of flying to visit my friend in New York City I will waste 6 days vacation driving there and back just so I can stand around saying, “Yes, that’s right, I live in it. I’m finding myself, thank you very much.” Then, I would be able to imagine them in their tiny, expensive apartments thinking to themselves, “Wow, what an interesting and wonderful person, I wish I could be as free and lovely as her.”
Wander and Waver 