Home Sweet Tiny Home
Updated: Feb 17
The Rpod is an American Classic... at least that's what it says on the side of the trailer, so it must be true.
I've always wanted an RV. But I was always either too busy, too broke and no place to put the thing anyway. When COVID hit I found myself with no work, lots of time. I decided to live out my fantasy. I applied a little money, lots of hunting and way not enough preparation for living full time in a trailer while having no experience or clue how these things work. What ensued after that has been a most happy surprise.
There were a lot of misadventures made along the way, mistakes made and embarrassing moments. There's also been the growing as I learned my way of life on the road. Pride in taking care of my 100 square feet of house on wheels. And the freedom to go anywhere.
After months on the road I made my way back to Las Vegas. It was time to decide whether I wanted to sell the ol' girl or finally do what I've wanted to do in an RV, make her mine. So I tore out the incredibly inefficient dinette set to make some renovations. Problem was, I don't know the first thing about renovating anything, let alone an RV. As usual, a friend came to the rescue.
What I originally thought would be a 2 day affair changing out a few things became a weeks long odyssey. Thanks to Chris' leadership, creativity and jig saw (yes, it was his only saw), I got a great design, actual storage and a sweet desk setup for working on photos and dedicated space to watch a movie on those lonely nights on the road. We decorated a bit as well, made a house into a home. It was so all-consuming I was afraid he would lose his job or family to this renovation. I love this trailer now. Giving it some personal touches and lighting effects make it my new favorite place to be.
Chris was my first true friend after my move to Vegas. We've been through the good times, the rough times and many Coachella adventure together. We've seen seemingly every great rock band that passed through town. Over the years our lives have gone in very different directions. He became a husband, then father, then best damn family man ever and now a beloved teacher. I'm just about the same selfish idiot I've always been. Though it all he's my friend and someone who I respect and count on for anything.
There's so much more to say about the rest of the Quigley clan, but I'll save that for another blog post. In the meantime here's a happy memory from when the family first got started. Wyatt's way bigger now.