You know you live in an RV when…

Home is where you park it.

You know what it means to “pull chocks.”

Your toilet “burps” at you.

You wake up the day after a move and forget where you are.

You constantly have the feeling like you forgot something.

Your dishes and ice cubes are plastic.

You dream of a full-size bathtub.

Your home doubles in size when you extend the slide outs.

The fireplace requires no wood and doesn’t actually burn anything.

Your refrigerator works without electricity.

You understand the convenience of an electric awning.

You fear the wind starting to pick up.

You step in dog poop in your yard, without owning a dog.

Your garage is in, or connected to your living room and kitchen.

You smell sewer everyday and know when someone is dumping their tank.

A ten minute shower is considered a luxury.

You hoard every quarter you get to do laundry.

It requires no prep work to go camping.

Speaking of Montana is not immediately referring to the state.

Hooking up the trailer, tests even the best relationships.

Your pictures are permanently attached to the walls.

You have to rearrange your closet per season to save space.

An Open Road is not always an actual road.

You hear EVERYTHING your neighbor does, and you’re never actually surprised by what they may do.

The trailer is rocking, you know not to go knocking.

You know what it is like to follow your home down the road.

You know that Thor is not just an Avenger.

You no longer feel safe burning candles.

You have no privacy.

Your “spare bedroom” descends from the ceiling.

Diesel pickup trucks are your alarm clocks.

You automatically get hungry smelling someone barbecuing.

You can’t have a Costco membership because there’s no room to buy in bulk.

You invent new ways to save space.

People assume you’re “trailer trash.”

You’re sorry for what was said while trying to park.

Even as an adult you have a “curfew.”

You have countless addresses saved to your Amazon account.

Your home comes furnished.

You giggle at the sissies wearing rubber gloves.

People ask you where you’re from and you hesitate.

You see the humor in a half ton pulling a trailer.

There is no park drunk because everyone takes a turn.

Life rocks when you’re home rolls!

You know what’s wrong with this picture…

Comments

  1. Debbie says:

    Love it!

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