Apologies for the typos, WordPress snafus, and website sluggishness lately. I’m typing these things in a hurry to save my laptop battery, and sometimes on my “smart”phone, which has a pretty low IQ if you ask me. The website sluggishness I haven’t figured out how to fix yet.
The weather’s been pretty finicky today. It went from sunny and 90 degrees to raining and 60 degrees in the span of about 10 minutes. What does a wannabe van dweller who hasn’t showered in 2 days and doesn’t have running water inside their van do when it rains? Attempt to take a shower in the rain, of course.
Yeah, you’re not getting pictures of that.
I lasted about 30 seconds in the rain. It was way too cold. But Jef’s internal thermostat runs much cooler than the average person’s, and he was able to take a fairly thorough rain shower. Later, we each took “real” showers using the solar shower that we brought. Jef was able to take a complete shower using about a gallon of water, and I used about a gallon and a half—and I was able to wash my hair. We’re getting pretty good at this bare bones van dwelling lifestyle.
Just because we’re out in the wilderness without any running water or electricity doesn’t mean we’re roughing it. So far I’ve cooked four decent meals using a camping stove. We’ve had bacon and eggs, wild salmon, italian sausage, and more bacon and eggs. On tonight’s menu: grass fed beef and lamb, with sweet potato fries.
While we’ve managed to survive two whole days out in the forest, I’d by lying if I said I was completely happy and at peace with this lifestyle. I woke up at 3:30 this morning worried about what I’d gotten myself (and Jef) into. I found myself missing things from home, like my couch, my bed, and a place to put my toothbrush. And it seemed that some of the things I was trying to run away from followed me into the forest, like my neighbor’s loud thumping music.
Doubts swirled around in my head, taking me deeper and deeper into a pit of anxiety and regret.
After a few hours of wallowing, I remembered that I have choices. I can finish the conversion, try living in it for awhile, and if I hate it I can go back to working full-time and paying a mortgage. I can customize the conversion to my heart’s content, make sure that I’ve got everything that I need, and fine tune things later. And I remembered that this is worst possible way to live as a van dweller. No storage, no running water, no solar, no refrigerator, no real bed. It can only get better from here… right?