I live in my truck because I like options, I like possibility, and because I am not wealthy, this is one of the only ways for me to explore life.
I live in my truck because I rather not spend more hours at work than in my “expensive apartment”.
I live in my truck because student debt has tanked my debt-to-income ratio making me ineligible for a mortgage although mortgage payments are cheaper than rent payments. And although I qualify to pay high rent, I am somehow ineligible for the cheaper mortgage payments.
I live in my truck because I rather not work for just any company doing just any thing for just any amount of money.
I live in my truck because I want to be free of the hustle.
I live in my truck because I know there will be days when I simply cannot get out of bed and only want to daydream, read young adult fiction, and bake loaves of bread just to give them away.
I live in my truck because my family is across the country and airline tickets can be expensive;
I live in my truck because this is the only way I can afford to take a vacation when I need one so terribly bad.
I live in my truck because I refuse to be a complete slave to the capitalistic agenda.
I live in my truck because I dont have many attachments or weights that hold me back;
I live in my truck mostly because I’m a pocket-poor, spirit-rich, African American female living in the margin trying to maintain sanity in an insane world.