Here I am, sitting in half an inch of insulation foam sawdust, looking around at the walls of my van, which are slowly disappearing behind these big shiny panels, and one day soon it’s going to be my home. Completely surreal.
Read MoreI wanted this experience to change the way I live my life, to help me become the kind of person I want to be. Maybe it’s working.
Read MoreSuddenly, a whole category of van build tasks was wiped off the to-do list. The roof is finished. The only thing left to do is toss the solar panels up there when we’re ready to connect the electrical system.
Read MoreI was adamant, though, that I was going to break ground on this thing today. So we finished the prep work — cleaning the surface and marking off the exact places we were going to drill— and got out the drill.
Read MoreA big part of van life, for me, is learning to be less self-conscious, to worry less about what others think, and to see my own beauty as something that comes from my health, who I am as a person, and how I see myself.
Read MoreDave and Nancy finished their 600-day, America-to-America odyssey last month, and they came to dinner at our house tonight. Their blog, leavewithoutpay.com, is an amazing read, and they pointed something out to me: the emotional journey is as interesting, if not more so, than all the technical bits.
Read MoreI spent a lot of time trying to figure out the “perfect” van for me. I wanted to make sure that every specification was ideal for my plans. I tried to make comparison charts, looked at all kinds of details that made absolutely no sense to me, and tried to figure out how to become a mechanical guru overnight.
Here’s the problem: plans change, and so do people.
Read MoreGood news: as of December 17th, I am officially finished with college. Now that I’ve put school behind me, I can focus on the van and the impending trip. There’s a lot that needs to happen before I leave, a lot more than just buying and building the van.
Read MoreI once again find myself without a clear explanation for my decision to leave home. There is only the endless fernweh, the longing for places I’ve never been, that has always dogged my heels, and the relief of a debilitating tension that has hounded my mind since I returned from exchange.
I feel, for the first time since my exchange year, that I am on the right path.
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