I love my rig and where it's taken me, but I've learned a lot more since I've lived in it for near a year now. My intent for it's use had changed drastically. Technically this trailer was lacking in a lot of areas that I was willing to forgo when I thought I would be drifting from town to town. Now that I'm stationary with steady employment I've learned from experience (as well as from my coworkers who also live full time in RV's) that I need more. Much more.
Old Trailer Cons
- Fresh, Grey, & Black water tanks are too small (10, 18, 9 gallons). The lack of sensors means I kind of have to guess when they fill up and empty (every 4 days'ish).
- Lack of an oven to satisfy my need for baked foods. I love my casseroles.
- Overall layout not ideal for my current lifestyle
- Lack of bathroom sink. I have to wash my dishes all the time if I intend to maintain a decent level of hygiene. Sometimes I'm lazy and don't want to wash the dishes.
- Bathroom door can't be closed without banging into my knees. The beagle stares at me while I make #2. I guess it's fair since I watch her every day.
- Two burner stove is not enough. I love to cook and need at least a third burner.
- Twin sized bunk beds. I'm tired of rolling over on the beagle only to have her screech out in pain in the middle of the night waking us both up.
- Lack of a couch
- Single propane tank, while it lasts a month, means I can't cook until I refill.
- Lack of front end stabilizers. The wobbles from walking around or high winds have started to annoy me.
- Shower stall isn't high enough. I have to crouch in order to take showers.
- Fridge & freezer behind single door. Just barely not enough room for my needs.
New Trailer Pros
- Fresh, Grey, & Black tanks are 52 -42-42 gallons respectively.
- Oven. Baked foods here I come!
- Layout is not the best I've seen, but it's a far cry better than what I have now.
- A bathroom sink as well as a medicine cabinet to boot!
- Kitchen sink has two wells.
- Bathroom door can be closed with plenty of room to spare for my legs. The beagle can no longer watch me, if I wish it to be so.
- Three burners. I can chef my meals up again!
- One, gloriously huge, queen sized bed so me, the beagle, and whatever dog I adopt in the future can all sleep together without any of us injuring each other in the dead of night.
- A couch! And it's in the perfect place for me to setup my TV to watch.
- Dual propane tanks. I'll have the luxury of turning on the 2nd tank and refilling the empty at my leisure.
- Stabilizers on all four corners. No more wobbles regardless of anything.
- I can stand in and shower without crouching ever again.
- Fridge and freezer are separate with more than enough room in both for my needs.
There are a host of other thing that are better with the new trailer that I'm leaving out. I've elected to mention only the things that I've felt have been lacking.
So today, while I was at work, my little girl decided to shit inside our trailer. It's not because I had forgotten to take her out for her morning constitutional break, I did not forget. I took her out and she went. I also didn't get home too late. I arrived on time after work. Nope, the little brat has the innate ability to sense when something is so important that it should not be ruined, but still chooses to do so. And for this I sincerely hate her at those times. I was able to clean it up and also had the obligatory bottle of Nature's Miracle to clean it up. Despite my best efforts I swear that I can still smell that shit smell. This is what really pisses me off. In all due fairness to her, she shat on the removeable area rugs instead of something which I cannot remove from the trailer. Fucking brat!
I digress. This morning I called the dealer and have given the go ahead to process the loan and finalize the sale. I will be picking up my new home on Monday. I wish the sale process could've been much smoother, but it was not. My salesman, while a great and nice guy, is rubbish when it comes to talking numbers and what banks are willing to do. I did modestly suggest that he never speak numbers with his future customers and simply hand the phone over to the finance people instead. Nothing was promised but I have a feeling he'll take the advice to heart.
If nothing sours the deal on Monday, I'll have a much better home to move into.
So today, while I was at work, my little girl decided to shit inside our trailer. It's not because I had forgotten to take her out for her morning constitutional break, I did not forget. I took her out and she went. I also didn't get home too late. I arrived on time after work. Nope, the little brat has the innate ability to sense when something is so important that it should not be ruined, but still chooses to do so. And for this I sincerely hate her at those times. I was able to clean it up and also had the obligatory bottle of Nature's Miracle to clean it up. Despite my best efforts I swear that I can still smell that shit smell. This is what really pisses me off. In all due fairness to her, she shat on the removeable area rugs instead of something which I cannot remove from the trailer. Fucking brat!
I digress. This morning I called the dealer and have given the go ahead to process the loan and finalize the sale. I will be picking up my new home on Monday. I wish the sale process could've been much smoother, but it was not. My salesman, while a great and nice guy, is rubbish when it comes to talking numbers and what banks are willing to do. I did modestly suggest that he never speak numbers with his future customers and simply hand the phone over to the finance people instead. Nothing was promised but I have a feeling he'll take the advice to heart.
If nothing sours the deal on Monday, I'll have a much better home to move into.
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