The Walls Are Closing In

We’re now reaching the end of 4 months in our trailer and I genuinely believe we made the right choice, despite the stress and difficulties along the way, it’s been an incredible journey.  Our home is cozy and comfortable and we’ve gotten into a pattern of life that works for us, including some ground rules to give each other healthy amounts of alone time.

But every now and again, for just a couple hours….

The trailer will feel incredibly small.

And I’ll have thoughts.  Bad thoughts. 

Like filling his pockets full of rocks and pushing him off the pier.  (You can appreciate this more if you know Greg can’t swim.)

I know he’s had these thoughts too.  Although I think his involve leaving me in a hole in the desert, or perhaps running me over with the truck.

It’s at this time the headphones come out and we retreat to our separate ends of the trailer until we feel it’s time to make up — Then once again, we somehow find a way to live and work in less than 400 sq. ft. all over again.

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4 Responses

  1. Shirley, aka. mom says:

    Uhhhhh, I just want to say,”THANK GOD FOR HEADPHONES”!

  2. Valerie Boman says:

    I completely understand. It’s not a lot of space!

    • Greg says:

      At least not when we’re coming at each other in full “YEAH, this IS the hill I’m gonna die on!” mode. Other times, it really isn’t bad at all.

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