Have you ever been really excited about something and then realized it wasn’t what you imagined it to be, and quickly wanted nothing more than to retreat or pursue another option?
The past few weeks have been cold and rainy, making it even more of a challenge from the vantage point of a van. Today I finished a meeting and went to the laundry mat to do a wash. While the clothes were spinning I went to Whole foods and grabbed some dinner. I’ve been living off roughly $20 a day for quiet awhile now - I stick to a pretty natural diet that doesn’t cost very much.
After the wash I drove to a hotel parking lot near the gym and found it was flooded. The turbulent winds and continuous rain made me cautious when looking for a place to park - I wanted to be somewhere the flood water wouldn’t do damage, and find a spot where a tree wouldn’t fall on the van during the night. One of my typical parking spaces was crushed by a tree a few nights ago and I’m pretty thankful I wasn’t there.
I spent awhile driving around but eventually found a place to park and tucked away for the night, listening to serenading raindrops kiss the van as the wind blew like a child being rocked in a chair - ahh this is living! As difficult as the cold rainy nights have been it’s good for nature and it’s good for me, growth is forged through the challenging moments of life.
To combat the cold and train myself to overcome procrastination I’ve been taking cold showers at the gym. This past weekend while on the road and away from an accessible shower I took my soap down to the Ocean and bathed in the cool Pacific water. It was easy jumping in after a gnarly Mountain Bike ride through Wilder Ranch State Park, but a little more difficult the following January morning. Luckily I’ve been training my cold level tolerance for awhile and it was much more therapeutic and revitalizing than anything else.
I Macgyvered Kamala's heat into working about 40% of the way but my defrosters and air vents still don't perform so it gets hard to see at night, making it all the more difficult to find shelter in a rain storm. This winter while living in the Van I’ve learned how life isn’t pretty, it’s never the way you imagined it, and it always finds a way to humble you when you think you’ve got it figured out.
The difficult thoughts which had me questioning motives for moving into the Van were quickly dismissed as I soon adapted and fell in love with the minimalist, free spirited, growth oriented, and resourceful state of living. Thats the beautiful thing about humans - we’re incredibly adaptable. I refuse to lie by saying that my Vandwelling experience has been beautiful the entire time; even with its built in difficulties the truth is I’d take this lifestyle over living in an apartment, while collecting things, and becoming complacent through a life of comforts any day!
Bring on the Vanlife!