home is where the trailer is

Finally, I am settled in a home I can be comfortable in. I mean, the house I was renting was pretty nice. Check out the pictures.













But the bills were killing me. So that is when my wonderful parents came to my rescue. They helped me find a travel trailer, which our previous circuit overseer suggested I do. It would be a whole lot cheaper and I can take it with me if I ever have to move. So it is also convenient. When I saw the trailer, to be honest, I was a bit reluctant. It’s a trailer that is older than I am, but almost immediately, those thoughts withered away as I saw my parents faces. And what I saw was that it’s not the best thing, but it’s something better than what I had. And that was enough for me.

It needed work. And work is what was put into it. For about a month, my parents, along with other friends and family, worked arduously to make it Sonora-ready. And they did. When I saw it finished, when my uncle brought it over, I was wow’d. I was very content with it.

And soon after, I decided to name this fantastic trailer: Lucy. ‘Why?’, you ask. ‘Does the name ‘Lucy’ have a special significance?’, you ask. Well, no, not really, no. I think I was looking at a Peanuts comic strip and the name just popped into my head.

And then, there’s George.



I was at the store the other day, and this little feller was hanging around. So I decided to give him a home and to give me company. But don’t worry, I won’t talk to him as if he were a ‘Wilson’. (Actually, it’s funny that my brother, the funny guy that he is, was going to give me a Wilson volleyball.)

Anyway, I’m happy. And I really thank Jehovah for this. I thank him for my parents and friends that have done so much for me to be comfortable here. And although it’s not so big, what do I need so much space for? Everything I need is there. And it was the moment when my stuff was placed in its place, what was simply a trailer, now became my home.