The little trailer is sitting in my driveway. It’s been there for two months. I finally managed to toss the dirty coffee cup, the gas receipts and spare toothbrush from my brother’s last camping trip. It’s hard. I’m not ready yet to make decisions about its future.
You can see it needs work. Paint. New seat covers.
A thorough scrub.
My neighbor offered cash for it. She wasn’t the first. But I can’t sell it. Not Yet.