”There’s one but it doesn’t look that good from the pictures. And the houses always seem to look worse in real life so this isn’t promising.”
”Let’s look at it anyway,” I say. “You never know. Maybe it’ll be great.”
Spoiler: it is not great.
This rental house is somehow worse than all the previous rental houses, except maybe the one that smelled terrible. Our families go out to dinner after work at one of my favorite restaurants. They have a lot of outdoor seating, a big children’s play area, and they’re dog friendly. Arko lays patiently at my feet like a very good boy and I sneak him a bite of my fries every so often.
Keanna catches up our parents on the rental house saga and how nothing has been good enough yet.
“What about getting an RV?” her dad says. “You could set it up in our back yard with electricity and water.”
”That doesn’t solve the fence problem,” Keanna says.
”True.”
“But they have temporary outdoor kennel runs,” Park says. “Like long fencing you can put up for the dog to run in.”
”Would we be able to do that on your property?” she asks.
He shrugs, looking at his wife, Becca. “I don’t see why not?”
”Fine with me,” Becca says.
“Cool.” Keanna looks at me. “Should we look into RVs?”
”It can’t hurt to look.”
She smiles. “Let’s do it.”
Chapter 13
Keanna
I know two things for certain by the time this day is over:
RV’s are really cool and super modern inside. The technology and sleek designs are awesome and it’s really fun looking through them at the RV sales lot.
There’s no way my family could live in one.
I mean seriously. No way at all. Even the biggest one on the lot that had three bedrooms and a loft and a nearly full size kitchen just isn’t big enough. Not to mention it was three hundred thousand dollars. To make things worse, no one in our family owns a truck with the towing capacity to move a big RV around. The little ones, sure, but not the ones that are built to be lived in full time. You’d have to spend another eighty thousand dollars on a new truck just to move it.
No thanks. I’d rather buy an actual house that doesn’t move! It might even be cheaper! Even though my parents said we could set up an RV on their property, I think it would be a huge waste of money to buy one of these things and then pay to get it set up on their land, only for us to move back into our newly built house just a few months later. Maybe if we planned on traveling the country with it, but we don’t. I am not exactly the most bougie person in the world, but I don’t want to travel in an RV. I’d rather fly and stay in hotels. I need my space. I need a full size shower.
I need room service.
“At least we looked into it,” Jett says after we say goodbye to the friendly salesman who’d walked us around the lot for the last two hours. “Now we can’t say we haven’t tried everything.”
“Pretty fake houses,” Harper says from the back seat.
Out of the three of us, she had the most fun running up and down each RV and motorhome we toured. She climbed the ladders to every loft, opened every door, and stood in every super tiny shower.
“Do you want to live in one?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No way!”
I draw in a deep breath and sigh. Then I lean against the back of the truck seat and click my seatbelt into place. “I’m so sick of this. What are we going to do?”
“Here’s what we’re going to do--” He leans over the center console and gives me that quirky little grin of his that still makes my toes tingle, even after all these years. “We’re going to drive out of here…”
