Two layers of Low-E insulation are now neatly trimmed and ready to be spray-adhered to Gypsy’s floor. I was hoping to get the subfloor traced and cut today, but a bit of freelance work popped up and, not willing to pass up any opportunities to restock my checking account, I decided to devote a fair chunk of my day to the likes of Photoshop.
Despite not making any real progress on the conversion today, I did come to a rather startling realization: I cannot wait to leave my condo and get out on the road. I don’t even care if Gypsy is finished. I don’t care if it has a fridge, or a bed, or a sink, or anything. I just want to escape the madness of crowded apartment life as soon as possible. All I really need are walls, wheels, and a decent amount of insulation. Oh, and a solar setup. The rest I can cobble together later.
But is this really feasible? Would it kill me to stay in the condo for an extra two or three months while I build the interior? Is the tradeoff of finally having some peace worth the hassles of executing a van conversion while I’m living in it?
Something tells me that’s just not going to work very well.
But it could work if I really wanted it to.
While my fantasy of riding off into the sunset in a bare bones van-house is not likely to become a reality any time soon (come on, you didn’t think I’d actually do it, did you?), it has given me a new perspective: I can start living in my van anytime I want!
Just knowing that feels great. It feels like freedom.
Keeping that in mind I feel like I can move forward with a renewed sense of purpose. The goal doesn’t seem so far away. The vision doesn’t feel so hazy. The world doesn’t seem so awful.
Hope. Gotta love it.