Posted by Rebecca
Thank goodness, here in Reno, we don’t have to worry about tornadoes and hurricanes. I don’t think I would have the guts to live in a trailer in Oklahoma or Arkansas or one of those other natural disaster-inflicted states. I don’t think I’m brave enough.
Nevada doesn’t get a lot of natural disasters. We get earthquakes, but I’m pretty sure that if my trailer collapsed on me I’d be ok. I could just move the aluminum sheets and blobs of tar off of me and start the construction/renovation over again.
Today, though, was a reminder of the wind we get here. It’s not hurricane or tornado kind-of destructive, but in Nevada we do get some gnarly wind. Yesterday and today the sky looked apocalyptic. To the east it was black, to the west it was sunny, a couple of surrounding hills were on fire, raindrops and hail the size of marbles were peppering the day, and the wind was blowing small branches off of trees all over town. It really wasn’t that bad compared to some of the windstorms I’ve seen here, but it was a reminder.
When you live in a normal house, windy days suck when you’re outside. When you live in a trailer, you are reminded all day long of the wind. If you’re at home, the shaking and rattling keeps you on your toes, wondering if the ol’ trailer is going to stay put. If you’re not at home, you spend the day wondering if the trailer will still be there when you get back.
I’ve been known to text Tanille on my way to work on especially windy days, “Can you please let me know if my trailer blows away while I’m at work? I’ll need to come home early and find my dog….”
But I can’t really imagine the trailer actually blowing away. More, blowing over. But even if that happens, I think we will be ok. Tanille and I have had the conversation, and it goes something like this:
Me – “What happens if my trailer blows over??”
Tanille – “Well, it’ll just tip over and you’ll start living in it that way.” (She says as she motions to the wall)
Me – “Hmmmm. You know, I could totally get used to 10 foot ceilings….”