moving house

i crawl on the highway behind a truck with an oversized load. it is an enormous wooden box painted cream, with regular openings in the long sides a pretty set of french windows at the end and a pair of porch lights flanking them. i look through the windows to peeling paint air vents and bare wires. it all looks incredibly like somebody's living room is taking a trip up the beltway.

i eventually escape from behind the truck and zoom ahead to find a partner truck hauling an enormous wooden box painted cream, with regular openings in the long sides and a sliding door at the end. perhaps this is his kitchen.