I loved being in a different place and seeing new things every day from behind the windshield of an 80,000 pound rig. Some kids never grow up. I never have. I don't plan to. It is too much fun being a little crazy.
Trucking is an adventure for big kids.
Once my first son was born, though, I could no longer enjoy being gone. I missed home so badly that I literally couldn't stand it. I pulled all of my belongings out of my truck for the last time shortly after my son was born. I went from job to job for a while until my dad retired from driving a semi locally on construction. It was perfect.