Last night after a long and harrowing journey in the harsh reality of "who's car is going to get repo'd first" I had a long and harrowing nightmare about being forced to live in a trailer. It looked similar to this.
(i.e. afghans, Hummel figurines) and smelled of mildew and cat piss. The two worse smells ever in my opinion. I had lost my car and was forced to walk everywhere with a gigantic backpack holding my most valuable items (i.e. my ps3, my favorite dvds).
Now for the therapists in the crowd, while stroking your beard (cause I picture you all looking like Freud from Bill & Ted) you're probably thinking "She has deep seeded fears about being poor."
Well DUH! Who doesn't?
It might stem from the fact that I lived in a trailer once. When I was 13 and it wasn't as bad as the one pictured above but still isn't where I'd like to ever end up again.
Or maybe it stems from the 7 month period when I was 18 and was practically homeless sleeping on my friend Ryan's couch and my ex-boyfriend's futon, and even one night in a sleeping bag under an overpass.
Yeah, so this is my American nightmare.