While flying solo I have found myself living in a some what portable state, and by somewhat I mean... I live in a camper.
To be specific a 1982 Winnebago.
Its not the fanciest place I have ever rested my sweet little head but it is home for now. This picture was taken just 2 weeks after my escape from an extremely abusive relationship.
With a broken heart, much confusion, and hope on the frontier I am slowly moving forward. More now than ever the saying "one foot in front of the other applies". The idea to buy the bago (short for Winnebago) was originally my former husbands (the "former") and I thought it to be a terrible one. The thing looked like animals had been living in and had been being used as a tool storage shed for years. Let's be real honest, it looked like shit.
A few months after the initial proposal of $4000 we figured out a trade. I had totaled my car and receive a chunk of change to buy a new one. We first bought the "former" a truck for $1200 that only 6 months later we traded for this Bago AND a Toyota Paseo. That's right 2 for 1 you know I love a good BOGO (buy one get one) sale on anything!
To say the least we got the better end of the deal. So you could say I got the camper for $600 but only another six months later we sold the Toyota for $800. So I conclude this bad boy was purchased for approximately $400.
After a few coats of paint, a good scrubbing and a little love its probably the coziest place on earth.
Home sweet home.
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