The last box was gone. The movers had taken it, sealing the truck with a final, hollow thud. The sound echoed through the empty rooms of my house in Portland. For a week, the place had been a whirlwind of tape, cardboard, and decisions. Now, there was just dust and silence. I stood in the middle of the living room, the last person in my own h

We bought it for the adventure. A 32-foot Class A motorhome, our ticket to seeing the country. We found the perfect one online, a gently used beauty in Arizona. We flew out, signed the papers, and stood in the seller's driveway, keys in hand. The excitement was electric. Then, the seller gave us a cheerful wave and drove off. My wife and I were lef