Recently, a reader of this blog tracked me down on Facebook and asked me a very interesting question. Just to be clear, I don’t recommend doing this (even if I am indulging this behavior by writing this post). I may be terrible at answering questions, but I’m somewhat responsive over email, so maybe try me there first.

Anyway, the question went something roughly like:

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And by roughly, I mean exactly, given that I took a screenshot of the question.

There’s a few reasons I find this question interesting:

ho·me·o·sta·sis (/ˌhōmēəˈstāsəs/) - the tendency toward a relatively stable equilibrium between interdependent elements, especially as maintained by physiological processes.

Recently, I’ve been more or less MIA, distracted by work trips, holidays, good books, and my random assortment of novelty website side projects. Anyway, I figured this is as good a time as any for a general status update on the state of truck-related things. I’ll try to avoid straying into retrospective/reflection territory, as I’ve already done enough of that this year last year, but no promises.

I’m completely going to ignore the fact it’s been four month since I wrote last.
Writing is hard sometimes.

When I started the blog, I talked a lot about my travel ambitions, mostly about my romantic and hyper-idealized fantasies about perpetually travelling. My thoughts on the topic have shifted a bit, but the core reasoning still stands: I think travel is the best way to expand your understanding of the world and the people in it.

My life may or may not consist of a series of questionable (and sometimes poorly thought out) choices that are ever so slightly outside my comfort zone. Even with a long line of shaky choices to choose from, a recent choice (and the topic of this post) might mark the climax of my personal brand of impulsive opportunism.

Since I’m wholly unable to structure my posts for dramatic effect and gave away the surprise in the title, what I’m trying to say is: I bought a house. Don’t worry though, the house is 3,000 miles away and I still totally live in a truck.

Here we are, item numero dos in our three-part mini-series about my recent (and highly suspect) purchases. Without further ado, here we go.

For some reason I’m not sure I understand yet, I bought a car.

I didn’t just wake up one day (after living here for three years) and decide I wanted a car. No, I bought it on a whim when the opportunity presented itself. A co-worker was selling their car, and it just happened to check all of my boxes: