All I Want For Christmas Is A Place to Live Again

We don’t know how much longer we’ll be in our current tiny home but we know we will have to part with it soon

We have owned this 1985 Ford F-350 box truck for the last four and a half years. We’ve used it as our home for the better part of this entire year after we were unjustly kicked out of the motel room we’d been in for over a year and a half. We also stayed in it for a while right after being forced out of our apartment and trying to figure out our next steps.

We’ve created some memories in this big beautiful yellow rig. The fact that it just suddenly stopped running on us this last week and that it was made worse by negligence by the towing company to the tune of thousands in repair that we can’t afford makes us angry and discouraged. I wish that we had a say in the matter. We’d keep this thing because, in the right conditions, this truck was supposed to outlive us.

The engine we have in there is built to withstand a lot. We have a press for time and limited money now though. As we approach the holiday season faster and faster, we think about all of the possible scenarios that are playing out, and each one of them is making us feel depressed about our lot.

We recently found an RV online that we could potentially buy but we would sorely need help from friends and or family. Honestly, I’d take help from anywhere. It’s about the same price as I paid for the truck we’re in now and the RV is in much better shape than our truck currently is. We can make that thing run for a long time if we could just get to it and buy it. That will have to be the home, the new home that we need, before the holiday season.

We’ve decided that we will have to empty out our current home, transfer everything into the new rig and scrap our old home, then transfer the plates over to the new vehicle. It’s going to be a little bit of work and we’re both still very sick. If the plans go through though and we actually get the help we need, this is a done deal and we could be in our new home as soon as the end of the weekend.

I’m excited yet anxious at the same time because we haven’t finalized every detail yet and I still get myself worried that something in the chain of plans will go afoul. That’s the way that people who have burned so many times in the past think when something seems too good to be true. I just hope that our holiday miracle does happen and that we can get our stuff out of here and move on with our lives. I’m truly going to miss our big yellow metal fortress but I’m going to be ready to move on.

All I really want for Christmas is to be safe and have the appropriate amount of shelter. Is that too much to ask this year?