I’ve posted plenty of pix of the outside of the Teardrop, but I keep getting requests from readers to see the inside as well. So here you go! I keep “the Rattler” neat and clean at all times because every time I pull over somebody asks for a tour.
Last February, when I saw my very first Teardrop in Guadalupe National Park the owners were kind enough to give me a tour and it was love at first sight. I became a woman obsessed, on a mission, and I bought my very own Teardrop less than a month later. So now I give a tour to anybody who asks. You never know when you’ll spark somebody into taking their life on the road!
For those who don’t know the details yet, I bought this Teardrop from an 80 year old craftsman who made it in his garage for a winter project. It’s his original design and one of only five like it. The whole thing is 5 feet by 10 feet with a full sized bed, under bed storage, a folding table, a counter and cabinets, and a parquet wood tile floor that I added this past winter.
Before I bought the Teardrop I lived out of my car between housesitting jobs for seven years. Everything I owned, including my two dogs, fit neatly in my 2-door Volkswagon and then the Subaru (aka “The Raven”). So while the Teardrop looks tiny, it was a major space upgrade for me! Still, I’m ruthless about getting rid of anything and everything extra and I save tons of money by not buying things I don’t need. When you live in less than 50 square feet, it’s kind of amazing to walk through a big box store and realize that whole sections of consumer culture no longer apply to your life.
I don’t have a lot of stuff in the Teardrop, but everything I do have is meaningful to me. Every postcard on the wall reminds me of something, some one or some place. My main impetus for getting the Teardrop was to have a space of my own, without having to settle down. Every morning I open my eyes to this rolling work of art and fall a little more in love with life on the road.