One weekend at a time…
It’s been a tough week as far as van-life goes. No joke.
Too many nights near-tears (or in tears for that matter) over the whole thing…just a hair away from quitting on the spot.
What happened? Nothing in particular. No van break-downs. No van break-ins – although that did sort of happen as some most likely drunken teens stumbled upon our van one night, and we forgot to lock the doors, and…well…they thought it would be fun to see “what’s inside.” Harmless really…Dan just yelled, “Hey, go away!” and that was that.
It just gets a bit ridiculous sometimes. The inconveniences can add up – there’s a line-up at the shower, traffic is bad, we run out of propane halfway through a cold night, I’m exhausted from work and want somewhere quiet and private to nap…you know…all small things that add up.
I chose this. We chose this. I don’t want to complain, because ultimately, I can “un-choose” this almost as fast as I chose it. We can start renting. We can sell the van. This isn’t permanent, and there’s no expiration date. We have control of this.
Then why does it break my heart SO SO SO much to even entertain the thought of throwing this all away?! I haven’t experienced the summer yet! The trips we have yet to experience!
So, I decide to push-on. No point in panicking (although that has been known to happen). One day at a time T. Better yet, one weekend at a time. Easy-peasy. No biggie.
Like every. single. glorious. free-bird. adventurous. weekend since we moved into the van, we got out of the city, and I found my soul again – sunshine, nature, ocean, trees, and my two best friends to boot.
Life is good.