I can be a completely insufferable person to be around. Part of this is because it took me a long time to learn the difference between someone seeking advice, and just wanting to vent. If I think I see a problem, I tend to look for solutions. Couple that with a bit of obnoxious optimism and an inclination towards simplicity, and the outcome is that I trivialize problems and offer deeply unnuanced “solutions”.

To be honest, it’s been kinda weird trying to maintain a blog about living in a truck when I haven’t, you know, been living in a truck.

It’s sure a good thing I’m back in the truck then.

Yup, you heard read that right. After a long, long year (and some change), I’ve sloughed off the normalcy of a one-bedroom apartment and slithered back into my truckly digs of yesteryear. And while the amenities and convenience of things like “electricity” and a “bathroom” and “not living in a legal grey area” were nice additions to my life, I’ve got to say that I’m glad to be back.

Being back in the truck wouldn’t really be complete without some semi-inexplicable phenomenon causing me troubles (cough cough). And thankfully, the truck hasn’t disappointed. I say this because I came back to the truck a few days ago to several large mounds of thick, sticky sap on the floor of the truck.

This would be odd under normal circumstances, but to make things further befuddling:

• My sunroof was closed, and
• I wasn’t parked anywhere near a tree.

Certifiably odd. But years of strange truck happenstances mean that my first reaction was along the lines of “This needs to be gone now”, instead of just general confusion. I’ve witnessed one too many ant ^{et al} infestations even without any food in the truck, I sure as hell wasn’t going to sit around and find out if they find sap tasty or not.

I’ve always said that I’ll keep living in the truck as long as it keeps making sense in the larger context of my life. And for the past ~6 years (plus or minus a pandemic), I think that’s been the case. I’m young, healthy, unencumbered by other humans depending on me for survival, and have had access to food, gyms, and other useful resources provided by employers. But now I’ve gone and quit my job to start my own thing, and suddenly the truck doesn’t look quite so sensible any more.

A quick recap: I’m quitting my job and moving out of the truck/state of California.

As a person who doesn’t like having stuff they don’t need/use, I’m getting rid of the truck. More specifically, as a person who recognizes the utility of money, I’m selling the truck.