If i've re-learned anything over these last few months, its that the world of housing is treacherous if not impossible to navigate when one is poor and has environmental illness. So, to lessen the scariness i ventured down south about 200 some miles to a little village called lemitar where i found myself this lovely 1956 airstream overlander....a whopping 26 ft. in length and relatively safe for me to be in since everything is 50 some years old and the woman who has owned it has been scent/smoke free and only used non-toxic cleaners.
so i bought it.
now, wherever life may take me i will have a little space to be that won't make me sick.
I've managed to avoid fulfilling my trailer trash destiny so far in life, but i'm now prepared to embrace it.