06/02/2026
365 days have passed.
Crazy to think.
Whenever I try anything big, I always tell myself. I have to give it a year before I quit.
Man, oh man, there have been so many times when I was ready to walk away from this trailer life. When the tears and the frustration got to be too much. When the credit cards are maxed to the limit and I have to place a coffee order. When the exhaustion and the fatigue are overwhelming, and I feel like I just can’t go on anymore.
Yet here I am.
Broke as f**k, my kids mostly surviving off trailer leftovers and pizza. My laundry room begging for a reprieve, my dishwasher ready to give up the ghost and my lawn & garden looking like a scene from jumanji.
The trailer in a constant state of flux while I try and figure out its dance & flow. With its weird electrical twitches and leaky windows. The complete lack of temperature control during Every. Single. Season. and the deck roof I am terrified will take flight one day.
There are valid reasons for me to lock the door and walk away.
And I don’t think anyone would blame me.
However, at the end of the day, I love this stupid trailer.
I love the people that I meet, the connections I have made,
I love the community that doesn’t even know me ,yet rallies and supports.
Watching people’s faces when they take a bite, eyes wide with delight & hands to mouth to catch the crumbs.
Sometimes I regret my life choices. But I’m not ready to walk away from this one.
Here’s to Day 1 of year 2, let’s get’r done
Slàinte