My Entitled Family Wants to Take My House and Give It to My Brother, Even Though They Kicked Me Out.

That was way too much just to park my camper. I was jobless and trying to save as much of my unemployment money as I could until I could find a new job. I may as well be living in an apartment with that rent price they were asking.

My parents called my camper an eyesore and told me to take a hike since we couldn’t come to an agreement. My sister-in-law thought it was absolutely hilarious I had to live in a camper.

My brother joined her in pointing at and mocking me.

“You are a homeless bum,” he called me.

I parked my truck/camper in a store parking lot to sleep on the first night that I had nowhere else to go. I felt scared out of my mind that someone might try to break in; suffice to say, I didn’t sleep well that night.

There was nowhere else I could go as any other relatives that owned houses were fairly far away, and all my friends were all apartment people. I was pretty attached to my area as well, so I didn’t want to just leave.

I’d also had my mail forwarded to a friend’s apartment. It was the only way I could still get my mail anymore.

Finding a stable place to park was pretty difficult. I went looking around to try and find a job similar to my old one.

It took months of living the nomadic camper life. In that time, I had to deal with a lot—everything from beggars and drug addicts to people demanding I leave because my camper was an eyesore.

At one point, someone who told me to move claimed to be within an HOA. I wasn’t even parked on a street with houses, and when I questioned what HOA, they got incredibly belligerent and threatened me.

I moved my camper anyway just to avoid the trouble. In order to have a steady supply of electricity, I learned to use a long extension cord to plug in anywhere I could to recharge my camper batteries.

This meant sneaking around and plugging it into an outside outlet of a random building while parked on a street. I know that’s a crummy thing to do, but I had to keep my batteries charged so my refrigerator would stay cold.

I had a small solar power bag for recharging my phone, but I didn’t have anything like a generator. Generators are noisy and require fuel anyway, so I did what I had to do.

After months of living like that, I finally managed to get a new job. I had to move to the neighboring city to find a job that didn’t involve retail.

I worked retail while in college and promised myself never again, though I was nearly ready to break that promise. I was still getting unemployment money, but I had no stable place to live while receiving it, and I didn’t want to still be jobless when it ran out.

Plus, I was bored out of my mind. I had little else to do but read, watch movies on a small portable DVD player, use my phone or laptop, and keep note of where I could park and what local public bathrooms I could use.

I kind of envy that the Japanese have public bathhouses; we could really use stuff like that over here. When I finally landed a new job, I practically lived in the back lot of the building by the warehouse and old employee parking spaces.

Literally no one else seemed to bother using them because they were so far in the back that the area was borderline forgotten. My boss and company owner actually liked this arrangement because I was willingly available to take any shift I could get so long as I had enough sleep.

He even let me take the camper off my truck and set it up in one of the spaces so I could drive around without it. I am not exactly sure if this was legal, but no one bothered us about it the entire time I lived back there.

I didn’t have to deal with many trespassers. There were a few, but the security guards escorted them out.

I was pretty much on call almost all the time when they needed me and was working virtually every day of the week. My boss let me plug my camper into the building for power and water, and I paid a small amount of rent by working for free on Sundays when no one else was in the office but the janitor and security guard.

Beyond that, I usually had to shower at a friend’s apartment or at my local gym as the camper didn’t have a shower in it and only a portable toilet. I didn’t want to fill it because emptying it is a nasty chore, so I used other bathrooms as often as I could.

I had a key to the warehouse and could go in to use the bathroom there at any hour. I was even on a first-name basis with the night security guard; he’s since become one of my closest friends.

The camper was easy to heat in the winter with a small electric heater. Summers were not fun, though; the camper didn’t have AC, so I had to get a used portable air conditioner just to make it bearable.

I made a lot of overtime pay and hands-on learned some new skills from other employees. Eventually, midway into this year, I landed a better position in the company as a supervisor and started making a better salary than my old job.

That’s when I decided I wanted a house. The scare I’d gotten from losing my condo made me realize I needed something much more stable for the long term.

I looked around for something close to my work and, just two miles away, found a three-bedroom manufactured home on a small property. I managed to get it for $10,000 less than the asking price somehow.

I used nearly my entire savings for a down payment and got approved for a home loan. I finally didn’t have to live in a camper anymore.

There was enough space for me to back my truck in behind the house to take the camper off to set it up in the backyard, so I put it there as its own little building just in case I want to use it again.

When I was fully settled in the house, I was dumb enough to brag about it on my Book of Faces. My family saw the post, and that’s where this starts.