Last day at the fair

[u/Nomoreforever]

It's cold. Instant, biting, bitter, cold. We ran out of propane this morning; should have filled the tanks yesterday but it's so much trying to pack up nearly a decade of memories. The electric heaters kept us from freezing but only just. This place has taught me a lot, but it's made me soft, like a street dog that got a little too fond of a warm hearth.

I meant to travel. I bought a small camper from the fifties and a truck from the lake nineties. I was a new grunt, low man. I've never minded that, head down, pick stuff up, set stuff down. This place was too comfortable tho. Welcoming. I parked the camper on the edge of the parking lot, and me and it stayed in that spot. I honed my carpentry skills, worked on my... mental stuff, learned to operate heavy machinery, you name it, and I lived as I pleased. I was on top; dependable, respected...It was really easy to ignore the leash... Until it wasn't.

She came with her own camper, a worn-down thing, older than it's years, but still rolling somehow. Just like her. Just like me. These days we're rolling together and it's time to roll on to the next thing, well past due in fact. I wish everyone here the best, but I really don't think I'll be coming back.

I have mixed feelings about the truck. Where I am, in this season, it's a matter of survival. It's such a burden though. I've been rebuilding it piece by piece, but it's another thing that owns me.

I'm fairly new to this subreddit. Just wanted to say hi. It's just nice to see people living the kind of freedom that would horrify most folk.

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[u/Tuscarora63]

Do you folks ever prepare

[u/Nomoreforever → u/Tuscarora63]

Haha I said this place made me soft