I don’t think it rained once when I interned in the Bay in 2014. The summer of 2014, to be specific. Doing a bit of overzealous extrapolation, I came to the ^incorrect conclusion that it never rains in the Bay, which sounded just splendid to me. Before I moved out here to start a full-time job in 2015, I donated my boots, raincoat, and any umbrellas I had. When I actually got here and bought the truck, I didn’t even bother checking for leaks. You can tell where this is going, and anyone from the area knows that I made a grave miscalculation. I found this out the hard way during my first winter here.

New Year, New Me Same Truck-Dwelling Degenerate

Excuse the contrarianism for a second here, but I’m not a fan of New Year’s Resolutions. Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing people take the initiative, work hard, and reach their goals. My qualm is that, if you want to change something about your life, just do it. Don’t wait until we reach an arbitrary point in our orbit around the Sun to better yourself. After all, January 1^st is a day just like any other, nothing makes it any more conducive to success.

Happy Holidays!

I’m going to need a minute to blow the dust off my keyboard here, I haven’t posted in an inexcusably long time. Accordingly, I won’t bother with excuses, I’ll just get along with the post. To start, a relevant question I received:

Hi Brandon, just wondering if you’ll convert your blog into a travel blog if and when you give up the truck to travel?

This is probably in reference to the time I was figuring out when I’m going to sell the truck. Short answer: yes. Slightly longer (and also rhetorical) answer: why wait until I give up the truck to start talking about travel?

I’ve had a few opportunities to learn that I definitely shouldn’t read comments about me (or anything really) on the Internet, but sometimes morbid curiosity gets the better of me. Firmly not learning from the past, I found myself sifting through a hundred or so of these Internet comments earlier today. The general consensus seemed to be that I’m wasting my life and I’m wrong for living in a truck.

But that really confused me, because I don’t live in a truck.

I feel like it’s been a while since I started a new series of posts. Sure, we’ve got Truck Tech and Home Improvement and Tips from the Truck and Q & A, but I’m pretty confident we have room for at least one more. If titles weren’t supposed to be short, I’d probably extend the series name to: Incredibly Obvious Facts About Box Trucks (And Their Implications), just so we’re all definitely on the same page. Anyway, these posts will be all about inherent properties of box trucks, and what that means for how I structure and live my life. Our first patently obvious fact about box trucks: they definitely don’t have bathrooms.