Hitting the road! (Drive day 1 minus 14 years exactly)
It’s a good thing the rearview mirror is now blocked by the camper wedged into the truck’s bed. If it wasn’t, I’d have to watch everyone I love getting smaller and smaller as we pull out of the driveway. We’ve both got our game faces on but this is completely unnerving. For one, it feels like the camper is a little off center. It can’t be: we’ve blocked it up, cinched it down, clamped every latch and ratcheted the chains that hold it to the fame so tight they’re straining. It must be the newness of carrying an entire house on our metaphorical backs. We are the ones off balance.
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