This is a backdated post from June 29th, 2017
First night in the van! The conversion is far from finished, but it is finally, barely, livable, and I need to be living in it full time very soon.
I have been a little worried that I would put all this time and effort and money into the the van living project, sign a lease to rent out my house, and do so many things to make this intention well, not exactly irrevocable, but alternatives would be difficult if it turns out I hate it. So it was a huge relief that this first night, at least, felt good. A little new and strange and all that, and it was weird to sleep in my own driveway instead of going in the now-empty house to sleep inside, but also good.
My bed was there and many of my things and decorations and the curtains from my room and all that helped it feel soothing and like my own room.
The jury is still out on whether I will end up loving or regretting this lifestyle choice (is there really a third option?) but this initial test is promising.
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This is a backdated post from July 1st, 2017
The renters are now moved into my house, so at least for the next year, I am officially living in my van.
This is real. I came up with an idea, researched it, implemented it, worked hard at it and now it is real! That feels good. I am taking charge of my life and making it what I want it to be, rather than reacting to circumstances and external pressures. This is the start of a new chapter in my life.
In that book which is my memory,
On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you,
Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.”
I like this picture (above) from the cover of a La Vita Nuova edition by Penguin Classics. It is of Dante meeting the woman who changed his life, and it feels full of hope and longing and expectation. That resonates with me now. This is a new life for me.
References: quote from LaDante Alighieri, artwork: detail from “The meeting of Dante and Beatrice” manuscript illumination (15th century Italian school) in the Biblioteca Marciana