Car Dweller Tendencies
Hey Mom!
If you've been in this alcove of the internet for awhile you know that I'm fairly certain that my life is a sitcom. With that in mind, a car dweller tendency (CDT) may be defined in the following way:
Car Dweller Tendencies (CDT) - if you found out I was living out of my car, you wouldn't be surprised.
Now, I'm imagining a cartoonish sitcom world where solutions to all problems can be found within 30 minutes. This means that I'm probably living in my car for a hilarious and very fixable reason (like I'm too stubborn to admit that a clown lamp given to me as a housewarming gift scares me... or something, I haven't put too much thought into it).
So recently, I pulled into work and happened to park next to my boss.... then I realized that I had a pillow, a sleeping bag and a waffle iron in the backseat from a recent trip to Lethbridge (don't ask me why I needed a waffle iron, I just did). Then I realized if my boss walked past my car and they may get the impression that I am sleeping in my car (which I'm not... well I mean sometimes I have car naps but I have a bed in a house).
Then I realized I also had a pack of ham in my backpack. It could be because I get hungry at work.... or because while I can technically fit a fridge in my station wagon, it's not really an economical choice. We'll never know (we do know, Mom I promise I am not living out of my car).
Then I realized sometimes I eat my dinner sitting in a parking lot. It could be because I'm running from one job to the next or because I can't wait until I get home to eat or I just like the peace and quiet or because my car is also my kitchen.... we'll never know (Mom, again, we do know).
Finally, I realized that if I am not being productive enough at home. I will drive somewhere far away where the internet can't reach me and sit in my car to work on things. It could be because I need a small confined space with lots of natural light to focus... or because my car is my office. We'll never know (Mom... we really do know).
As many of you know, I love my car. Sure, one of the door panels is sitting on my backseat and one of my windows is currently being held up by paracord (although, I like to think of it as being hoisted like a mainsail).
My car has been a constant in my life for the past two years, no matter where I'm living my car is a little piece of home that comes with me. That being said, I AM NOT LIVING IN IT OK? SO DON'T CALL ME ABOUT THIS POST LATER.
That is all.
If you've been in this alcove of the internet for awhile you know that I'm fairly certain that my life is a sitcom. With that in mind, a car dweller tendency (CDT) may be defined in the following way:
Car Dweller Tendencies (CDT) - if you found out I was living out of my car, you wouldn't be surprised.
Now, I'm imagining a cartoonish sitcom world where solutions to all problems can be found within 30 minutes. This means that I'm probably living in my car for a hilarious and very fixable reason (like I'm too stubborn to admit that a clown lamp given to me as a housewarming gift scares me... or something, I haven't put too much thought into it).
So recently, I pulled into work and happened to park next to my boss.... then I realized that I had a pillow, a sleeping bag and a waffle iron in the backseat from a recent trip to Lethbridge (don't ask me why I needed a waffle iron, I just did). Then I realized if my boss walked past my car and they may get the impression that I am sleeping in my car (which I'm not... well I mean sometimes I have car naps but I have a bed in a house).
Then I realized I also had a pack of ham in my backpack. It could be because I get hungry at work.... or because while I can technically fit a fridge in my station wagon, it's not really an economical choice. We'll never know (we do know, Mom I promise I am not living out of my car).
Then I realized sometimes I eat my dinner sitting in a parking lot. It could be because I'm running from one job to the next or because I can't wait until I get home to eat or I just like the peace and quiet or because my car is also my kitchen.... we'll never know (Mom, again, we do know).
Finally, I realized that if I am not being productive enough at home. I will drive somewhere far away where the internet can't reach me and sit in my car to work on things. It could be because I need a small confined space with lots of natural light to focus... or because my car is my office. We'll never know (Mom... we really do know).
As many of you know, I love my car. Sure, one of the door panels is sitting on my backseat and one of my windows is currently being held up by paracord (although, I like to think of it as being hoisted like a mainsail).
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| This is after hours of trying to find a logical solution this problem, |
My car has been a constant in my life for the past two years, no matter where I'm living my car is a little piece of home that comes with me. That being said, I AM NOT LIVING IN IT OK? SO DON'T CALL ME ABOUT THIS POST LATER.
That is all.
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