Living in a sleeper truck with your spouse means tight living quarters. The truck serves as everything but the bathroom. It serves as the office, the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, the pantry, the closet and the bedroom. Let me take you through a tour.
In the front are the driver’s and passenger seats. Aside from being where the driving happens, we eat, he will do his paperwork and I will send emails, write checks and letters, and do the keeping up the household stuff there.
The middle part of the truck is the storage area. There are a number of cabinets and shelves where we store our clothes, toiletries, food and cooking appliances (like a plug-in truck stove and frying pan), as well as cooking and eating utensils. The mini-fridge is also stored there. Any utensils that aren’t disposable, we wash at rest stops.
The back part is the sleeping quarters, separated by a privacy curtain. We get two single beds, bunk bed style. We relax, either together or separately, on the bottom bed. We’ll watch videos and read there. When it comes time to sleep, if one or both is not feeling well or is exceptionally sleepy, we will split up (Younes usually gives me the bottom bunk, gentleman he is). If we’re in a cuddly mood, we’ll share the bottom bed. As we both are tallish with long limbs, bed sharing can lead to a comedy of errors. He’ll look up something on his phone and whack me in the head with his elbow, I’ll reach for my water bottle and whack him in the stomach with my elbow. Fun times.
If anyone is wondering if we get sick of each other, with that much togetherness, the answer is yes. However, it’s a testament to how much I love Younes that I can share such close quarters with him and not want to kill him. If it were any other guy, I would’ve murdered him and disposed of the body after the first week.
View from the “living room”