I’m back in San Francisco, after having spent a measly one night at my condo in Los Angeles. I’ve probably spent a total of less than three weeks there in the last six months. It really is nothing more to me now than a place to hold my stuff—stuff that I know I can live without, and never miss when I’m away. This tells me that a) I could totally live in a van, and b) paying a mortgage just to store a bunch of useless stuff is a complete waste.
That’s my mood right now. After another few weeks of taking care of Dad (which is much more stressful than I let on) the condo might seem like a safe haven worth paying for, even if I only get to spend two or three nights a month there.
Perhaps in as little as three months my safe haven will be Gypsy. That would be lovely.
Now seems like a good time to take a step back, look at the big picture, and figure out where to go from here.
- The floor is still not quite finished. The trap doors have yet to be installed; currently the open compartments in the floor are booby traps that trip me up daily.
- The bed area is about one-third finished. The basics are there, but I still need to install some hardware to keep the bed from sliding forward and back, and some storage along the sides which will keep the bed from sliding from side to side. The batteries and electrical components will live underneath the bed, and I haven’t even begun to think about designing those compartments yet.
- The grey water line has one teeny tiny little leak in it, but not from anything I’ve hacked together. No, it’s coming from the one standard part that I used—the basket-shaped thingy in the drain hole. A bit more plummer’s putty should do the trick.
- Jef’s nickname for me is now Little Boss. I like it.
My brain has more or less turned to mush, and I feel much less coherent that I did six months ago. The van conversion in addition to taking care of Dad has aged me a bit, and perhaps for the better. I’m learning a lot about how to build stuff and I can imagine that it’ll come in handy down the road.
For instance, tiny houses have captured my attention. One of these days, in the very distant future (like a decade or so), I can imagine buying a couple of acres of land in the middle of nowhere (but not too far from an organic, grass-fed, free range, pasture raised, health nut grocery store) and building a small cabin or dome home. As long as there is no yard to care of, and all the plumbing and electrical is easily accessible—not buried behind drywall—it doesn’t sound bad at all.
My usual sources of freelance work have taken a hiatus (one reason why I’ve been able to suddenly make so much progress on Gypsy), so I’m looking into other sources of income. Freelance writing, computer programming, street performing—almost nothing is off-limits. Not that I have any experience in any of those things, but that’s never stopped me before. My current industry, themed entertainment, seems to be booming but only for those willing to work 40+ hours a week in a bullpen office. Funny how earning gobs of money is a last resort for me.
What’s next? After I take a day or two off to gather my wits, I’ll probably finish the floor, install the plumbing, and build the aforementioned storage cabinets that go next to the bed.
Did you just read that whole thing? Wow, kudos to you.