I lived in a camper even smaller than that for around a year. It was definitely one of the funnest times of my life. I lived about 2 miles from my favorite stream/lake inlet, 1 mile from work, I had a jon boat, a motorcycle, my jeep, my dog and that was all I needed! It was a lot of fun as it forced me to go outdoors and DO something if I wanted to have fun.
I woke up one morning in February, rolled onto my back and opened my eyes to find my ceiling 2 inches from my face. I slithered out of bed and found that a huge (for North Texas) snowstorm had rolled through and it was weighing the canvas down. The insulation and the heat was horrible, and was run off propane tanks that I would have to change at 3am in 20 degree weather on occasion, sharing body heat with my Pit was a necessity
Tornadoes/thunderstorms were pretty scary too.
Surprisingly, women (especially cougars), didn't seem to have any problem with it and rather enjoyed hanging out. I remember after an early morning date walking outside afterward and my neighbors giggling at me, lol. The way the "rooms" extended out from the wheelbase made for plenty of rocking.
Even as a very happily married family dude, there are times when I feel a longing for that type of lifestyle, it was a blast.
