There's a knot in my stomach
There are people in my house. I do not like it when there are people in my house. I feel bad when there are people in my house. But the front and back doors must be painted and the association is doing this at everyone's house. So I must endure for a little while as they complete this task. . . . I'm hiding upstairs so that I can pretend there are not people in the house. But my gut is still in knots because I am not as good at pretending as I used to be when I was a child.
This is why I want to sell everything I have and live out of a small camper. This way I can just throw the camper away and buy a new one when it finally falls apart. I wouldn't have to have people in there painting or fixing something, although I do as many repairs as I can, but still when the AC or heater goes out I can't fix that. And when the Association says they want to paint the doors, I can't say no. But in a camper there would be nobody to force these things upon me.
I hear three voices downstairs. Two men and a woman. I spoke with the men, they are super nice blue collar types. My kind of people. Is it weird that I think they'll do a good job because they are Spanish men with heavy accents? The woman too, I can hear her accent from upstairs. I did not see her but she sounds pretty. She sounds like she's in charge too. Maybe she's the boss. I wonder why they are speaking English? Maybe they would think it rude to speak their language that I would not be able to understand.
I think they are gone. I don't hear anything down there. I must check. . . . nope, still there. She is talking on the phone in Spanish now and I don't think it is rude at all. . . .
I can't wait to live in my camper. I'll live in there and my whole world will be cycling, running, hiking and exploring, reading and writing (totally amateur writing) and I'll research places to park my camper. Then I would park it somewhere different every month or or so, depending on the area. Eventually I'll probably circle back around to stay in some of the same places. I don't need change of scenery, I can do the same thing, eat the same foods, cycle and run the same place everyday. But I'm not sure how long you can leave a camper in any certain spot. That's something I need to find out I reckon. .
I think they are gone now. I don't hear any voices. I need to prepare my lunch so I'm gong to have to suck it up and go downstairs. They can't see me from my kitchen so I should be safe in there.