Trailer Trash

I live in a trailer. Sometimes I still cringe a little bit when I say that. However irrational it may be, I still fear the association between trailers and white trash.

When I tell people I live in a trailer, I always make sure to add on the part about us having 14 acres too. At least I'm not captive in a trailer park with a dirt yard, right? I think my trailer insecurity may also be why I am a little bit crazy about cleaning. I live in a trailer with no less than two Pit Bulls, but at least it's a clean trailer on a lot of land.

I go crazy when shit begins to pile up outside the trailer. Broken down cars, bags of trash, these are the lawn ornaments of white trash! But now that I live in one, I understand why things seem to overflow onto the porch and into the yard: there is simply no room to store your stuff inside.

Currently, my front porch is decorated with a stroller, an ExerSaucer, a box of stuffed animals, Chad's fishing gear, a bag of fabric, and the stainless steel dog food can, along with the picnic table, grill, and chair. (edited 5/3/07 to add: And now seven full-sized vinyl windows to be installed in our trailer.) White trash who? (edited 10/31/07 to add: Finally, my porch is devoid of all non-porch items! Hurrah for my victory!)

There are benefits to living in a trailer, believe it or not. The absolute best thing is the thin, cheap roof. Tonight the roar of rain and thunder was so loud and felt so close that I couldn't hear the phone ringing. It was lovely.