Maybe I've never pointed this out before (or maybe I have) but we live in a trailer. A mobile home if you want to dress it up a bit or if you are hillbilly ghetto like us...it's a tray-lah. I'm not ashamed of this and it turns out that seven percent of the US population lives in trailers. (according to the 2004 Population and Housing Narrative Profile.)
But I do sometimes forget that not everyone has the same appreciation for these homes built from the finest toothpick construction you've ever seen. While at a birthday party today I was introducing myself to a few ladies and one of them (who recognized me from the local park) asked where I live. I'll be the first to admit that my answer isn't usually what people are expecting. Do you know where the projects are? Instantly two of the three's eyes widened with a look of "Do we have those in our town? Oh my gosh." It only got worse as I continued with: "We're about one block in. In a double wide." Dead Silence. Followed slowly by obligatory head nodding.
Clearly, neither of these girls would have been caught dead in a trailer. Not even if a tornado picked it up and landed it smack on her head, which is quite possible. I politely excused myself from the sudden and uncomfortable lack of conversation. Go figure. Fortunately, several families from our old (and foundation secured) 'hood were there and offered a way of escape.
So, if this is new info for any of you and it shatters your image of me (whatever is left after that last post) ...I'm sorry. We love our trailer. No, that's not it. We love our home! And trust God not to let it get carried off by strong winds. :0)