Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Home is where the Heart is....for Good.

Well, it's official, we're no longer vagabonds. We are home and in the truck no more.

Jas doing an upside down
Snagglepuss of happiness.


The truck is a small space right? An upper and lower bunk, about 4 square feet of floor space, and the driver and passenger seats. So how in the Heckle and Jeckle is there so much stuff to take out?


No more peeing over kitty litter!


Jas was a big help during the
mass exodus of stuff.
Not.



Mr. Big emptied of stuff.

It took over three hours to get it all out, and that's not counting the tools. After five years of living in the truck, every nook and cranny had something in it and I swear the stuff was multiplying as I removed it.

Also, there were 4 weeks of dirty laundry, plus the bedding. I may have blown up our washing machine.

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No more truck stop food.
No more walking across pee soaked parking lots.
No more trying to add and subtract numbers while bouncy up and down in the passenger seat.
No more heart-attack inducing traffic.
No more yelling over loud truck noise.
No more sleeping in separate beds like Lucy and Ricky.
No more breathing air in a small space with a farty dog.
No more weirdos hiding in the bushes with red-nosed pigs.
No more New Jersey.

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I just noticed that today is Confessions of a Tumbleweed's second anniversary. My first post was July 18, 2010. Wow, it's like I have ESPN or something, to have accidentally picked such an auspicious day to share this post.

Know what else I just realized? The abbreviation for Confessions of a Tumbleweed is COAT. This blog could be like a covert ops for the CIA or FBI or at least the Men in Black.

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I hope you'll stay tuned, because there's more to come. I still have stories to tell. And that's a good thing, because Safeway had chicken *and* ice cream this week.



16 comments:

  1. Oh wow! You're no longer going to be a professional passenger? That's just about a big a change (if not bigger) as me moving back to the States. That's an impressive pile of stuff that you unloaded from the truck lol... but somehow I'm not surprised. When I packed up my house in India I couldn't believe how much stuff there was (and it was considered a fairly empty house!).

    Enjoy your time at home! :)

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    1. Thanks! I'm sure it's more of a culture shock for you, to go from one country to another, but sometimes I feel like I'm moving to another planet. I have to talk to people again! ;)

      Why is it that no matter how pared down we are with "stuff" there's still a whole lot of it?!

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  2. It's just like starting a new life together in your own home, not necessarily new but yours. Enjoy every new minute, it sure goes by fast.

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    1. Definitely not new--the house needs a paint job, the yard is nothing but dirt, the lilacs need a severe makeover---maybe we should go back on the road for a little longer. ;)

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  3. WELCOME HOME...enjoy all that space :}

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    1. Thank you!!! (she said from the bathroom, her VERY OWN bathroom)

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  4. Who's to say this blog isn't a covert ops for the CIA or FBI?

    P.S. Congratulations!

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    1. Exactly. Being a spy was one of my dreams as a child. It could happen.

      Thank you!!

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  5. Congrats! I'm glad you're home and can settle onto your couch, surrounded by your piles of junk like the rest of us. :)

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    1. Just as nature intended...

      Thank you me too!

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  6. hey, happy anniversary...

    and no more lot lizards knocking in the wee hours! :)

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    1. Thanks! I'm not going to miss them, not even the polite ones!

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  7. Happy anniversary. I'm surprised at how much stuff can fit in the truck, plus the dog.

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    1. Thank you! Her chew bones, play rope, various balls and toys, 14 different kinds of treats, the dog medicine, extra sheets and towels because she is a dirt monkey.... it IS a wonder there was room for any of our stuff!

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  8. When you come home after five years does your bed feel like the bed in a hotel room and you miss your mattress in the truck?

    Welcome home, congratulations, and happy anniversary!

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  9. It feels even better--except now I have to change the sheets and cook dinner and do actual work...yeah, I miss the truck!

    Thank you! =)

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