Crumb was being extra cute, so obviously she had to be in several of these photos. This is the “living room.” Which isn’t even a thing because the whole RV is a living room. It’s also a moving room. And a leaf-tracking room. I stood next to the electric switches to take this picture. The driver’s and passenger seats of the RV are behind the white curtain. I put the painting there to cover up the beautiful 1984 TV and VCR… I don’t want anyone to get jealous. Just so you don’t think we’re too clean, behind the white curtain is THIS. Oh Lord have mercy. Close up of bookshelf. Yes, that is my high school yearbook in the corner, don’t judge. But we DO have the BEAT reader and “The Self-Sufficient Life and How to Live It”, so maybe that balances. Farm boots, wedding gifts of trolls, MAUVE CHAIR, farm boots, and hoe. (no inappropriate jokes, please). Also, I’m enjoying in this picture how you can see the Ottalenghi cookbook “Plenty.” You could take that word to a deeper meaning if you want, on this tour of a tiny RV. Hello stove! Farm-themed towels courtesy of my dear friends Chelsea and Aaron. The gas doesn’t work on the stove so it’s a joke. If i stand on that wood flooring above and turn around, I see “CRUMB ENTERING THE LIGHT!” I left the sponges drying on the windowsill so no one would get FOMO. (Mom, this is internet lingo for “fear of missing out”. ) Salt lamp, which Daniel got for me because I thought it was pretty. However, did you know that there’s a weird salt-lamp cult following? Something about ions. Whatever. Back to the outside! Oh and here’s a picture of Daniel when it looks messy in there. So, there she is. In all her 210 – square foot glory. It’s hard to believe that just a year ago, Daniel and I were living in an upper floor apartment that was 1800 square feet. Seriously. EIGHTEEN HUNDRED SQUARE FEET.
The first few days, before I prettified the camper, I think I almost had a mental breakdown. There was stuff everywhere, boxes all over, Daniel was gone all day at work and I was just alone, in the tiny RV, feeling weird. But, like I learned early in our marriage, when my physical environment is ugly, I get ugly. Not physically… it’s not like my face melts into some weird distortion of Joan Rivers, but emotionally, mentally, spiritually. It’s like I can’t breathe, or get choked up creatively when my surroundings make me feel terrible. I can’t even show you a before picture, because a) I didn’t take one, and b) it might send me into an emotional tailspin that I can’t recover from. You don’t want to be responsible for that, do you?
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