I love you, but...

Wednesday 17th November 2010 - Hinterland, QLD

Today, for the first time in 7 months, I was sick of living in a campervan. This is probably my fault because I've been buying things I don't have room for and haven't neatened up in a little while. Thought I'd share why I love/hate living in my troupie ("Pumbaa") just at the moment:

I love my home because I can take it almost anywhere.
I hate my home because sometimes I wake up and can't remember where I live today.
I love my home because I can make lunch in my kitchen at the same time every day, no matter where I am.
I hate my home because I keep hitting my head inside it and it really hurts.
I love my home because it’s easy to clean: just sweep the floor and wipe the benches.
I hate my home because it’s always dirty.
I love my home because I always have access to my wardrobe, and can change my clothes for an impromptu activity at any time.
I hate my home because I can’t see into my wardrobe and my clothes are always crumpled.
I love my home because birds walk on it, and don't notice that I'm watching them close-up from the inside.
I hate my home because I have to make and unmake my bed everyday – no choice about it.
I love my home because it’s got a panorama window view.
I hate my home because the only form of privacy is to close all the curtains on my panorama view.
I love my home because I can have my choice of neighbours and backyard, everyday.
I hate my home because when people see it they cut in front of me, no matter how fast it’s moving.
I love my home because I don’t have to worry about rushing the groceries home to the fridge; my fridge and my home are waiting in the shopping centre car park.
I hate my home because people are always curious about why we’re together and stare at me for rude lengths of time.
But mostly I love my home because we’re not a typical couple and it makes people question their assumptions about young women, 4WD’s and solo travel.