I lived in the tiny travel trailer while working for the therapy program and all seemed secure. I slept over the "5th wheel" part that was a funky bed with no head room! Things had gone okay... I did actually break 3 ribs when Darjeeling was spooked in the slant load trailer and the partition hit me (just as we loaded to move!), so I was healing from that & still working when the first rain came one night. I was half asleep, listening to the patter of drops directly overhead, smelling that wonderful suppressed dust smell from the first rains when I realized I was wet. Sh*t. The trailer leaked! And - right over the bed.
The next morning my brother bought a huge tarp and tied it properly over the trailer. I took bedding to the laundromat and used my blow dryer to dry the foam mattresses. There were still clients to see, horses to feed, pens to muck, etc., so I stayed really busy!
Showers were interesting - the shower/toilet/sink were all one in the "bathroom" and the shower water line was a tube from the sink. Friends had gotten the water heater working a few days after I moved in... the water pump pulsed, so my showers were quite rhythmic! And, the hot water and cold kinda alternated... I would gasp when it went to cold and sort of scream softly when it went to hot.
I felt like what I was doing was important. A friend said that she would never put up with such a life. I sometimes felt really lonely and sometimes felt like I was loved and appreciated deeply. Each day was unique. I took total care and financial responsibility for my horses and myself. I fell asleep exhausted most nights, woke up hopeful most mornings. I LIVED with my horses. I knew how they felt and what they faced and we could all always see each other across the yard and they KNEW that I lived the same life they did. We all loved and understood each other.
