Life in a Trailer

Imagine being forced to live with your family in a house half the size of your living room for four months. It doesn't exactly sound like a teenager's dream. But for me this nightmare came true this summer when we moved out of our 2,500 square foot house into a 29-foot pull trailer. Why, you might ask. Well, we had recently sold our house and decided to build a new one on Rogers Mesa. Since we had to be out by May 10th and we couldn't find any place to rent, we were forced to purchase a travel trailer to live in during the summer while our new home was being built. Of course, this was a huge shock to my system considering the entire trailer was barely the size of my bathroom and bedroom in our old house.

The trailer was a 1993 Roadranger, and I'm sure it was a beauty in its time, but it was becoming pretty run down by the time it got to us. It was in pretty good condition on the outside, other than the off-colored ivory paint, which was clearly weathered and faded. A thin orange stripe sandwiched between two large brown stripes decorated the lower portion of the body. An old metal rusted "Roadranger" emblem was hanging crooked next to the spare tire that was covered in an old white cloth, yellowed from time. Over every single window was a small awning acting as a shield from the sun. In the front of the trailer there was a large awning, the size of the entire trailer that protruded about 5 feet. It made a nice patch of shade to sit under on hot days. However, it was in pretty bad shape. It was covered with brown and yellow stains caused from rain and dirt that reminded me of a tie died T-shirt.

Upon entering the trailer there were two doors. One went into the master bedroom, and the other into the living room/dining room/s...

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...e and took up the majority of the room. The window facing the bed had window tint on it that was peeling off and full of bubbles. Above the bed were more cupboards that went all the way to the other side of the bed where a small nightstand was with more drawers underneath. The door going out of this room had a million things piled in front of it, everything from the vacuum to the laundry basket. This was a good thing though because this door was hard to shut once it was opened, and it was almost impossible to figure out how to lock it.

My home this summer was far from luxurious but it made me appreciate my new home ten times more than I would have if I wouldn't have experienced living in a twenty nine foot pull trailer. I still wouldn't say it was a dream come true to live in a trailer with my parents, but it did teach me a lot about making do with what I've got.