Sleeping quarters of

truck cabs are something that I get obsessed with during long highway trips. I talk about them endlesly...the sizes, the colors and the set up.

It's something that happened when Mike and I took our first cross country trip and it continues whenever we're on the road for more than 2 hours. I can't visually reconcile the spacing of the sleeping quarters in those cabs. I compare them...I examine them...I think about how a bigger cab could be a "perk" to working for a certain company. I obsess about what happens inside of them. I pay attention to truck stops where there are a ton of parked trucks with people sleeping.

There's something about those cabs that feels a little like playing fort to me or camping out in my grandmother's backyard when we were little. I can just imagine hearing the rain on the metal, or having a little black and white TV and eating oatmeal. I've talked to Mike about it for hours.

I think it's an extension of my obsession with Winnebegos, but it's a little more fascinating because it's less based in luxury and more on survival. It's that lonely kind of life, with periodic interactions at truck stops and miniature versions of comfort.