How many “Square ones” can people have, really?

From November to January 17, and then tomorrow, what happened? Why aren’t we in a place yet, and why are we headed for living out of a semi again?

Read on and find out.

For those of you who follow me on Twitter, you know my dad has been ill on and off since February of last year.

We decided to stay with my parents until we found a place of our own in Minnesota because hubby was tired of over-the-road driving and wanted to be home every night and on weekends. He found a local job, but it was in MN.

It started out fine at first. Then dad started complaining about not feeling well, blaming our Bostie, and taking out his frustration on mom. Not cool. This forced mom to tell us we needed to leave on January 17.

Then Saturday happened. We heard flat-out yell at mom about feeling like shit and blame the dog. Mom told him not to yell at her. Both hubby and I looked at each other upset. I told him that January 17th was no longer feasible and that all of us needed to get back into a truck.

He sighed at first thinking he would have to back over the road, but then thought his boss would not mind if we lived in the truck while he drove locally. That is what he is going to arrange.

Yes, the downside is that we are back in a cramped space. The good news is the truck fridge is bigger, the terminal has showers, a kitchen, and a gym. So there is that.

Anissa “Maddy” Walker


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