Life in a can

Living in an RV is not, to me, much different than living in a small (but movable) apartment. It has all the comforts I need, with the possible exception of a laundry room (which we could have, but choose not to). However, when it rains heavily, as it did on Sunday, it is like living in a tin can. The rain on the roof is deafening, to the point where we need to double the volume on the TV and must raise our voices to speak to each other.  The dogs don’t like it much, either.

It is probably the same aural experience that we would have if we were living in a metal shed. But more comfortable.