La Rosa caravan site photoI am well aware that the main reason I like the idea of a bus house, horse drawn house, is so I can get the hell out of anywhere quickly. I know this is rooted in my childhood desire to run away from the horrid life I lived as a youngin'. In this time of Christmas cheer let me share with you the pitiful Christmas one of my brothers and I experienced. (we are the two youngest and everyone else had left the house)
My newly divorced and sober father, although one wonders if he actually was sober, was apparently not aware that Santa does not actually exist, as on the morning of Christmas my brother and I came down stairs and the stockings were as empty as the night before and the Christmas tree was bare beneath it's branches. We looked at each other, didn't say a word and began to collect things around the house and wrap them. When my father came down and we began to open presents, my brother and I opened the presents, thanked each other and my father and pretended this was completely normal. When all was over, we silently put the items back where we had found them and called our friends to see if we could play.
And so, it's a hard time of year and I find myself dreaming of a kind of normalcy I'll never know and a way to run away, but still be comfortable!! :)
The best part is the caravan pictured above is the latrine!! Gotta love that!
