As adults, we are taught to go to University and study for years upon years in order to land that job that will pay us money to afford the “successful” things in life. Success in this society is all about getting that professional career that pays well, having a brand new car, owning a home or a snazzy apartment with a view. With all this success, does it bring happiness? For most, they would say that they worked their entire lives to be able to afford the things that they wanted, and saved to be able to enjoy vacations and getaways after retirement. I second guessed that opinion about how this type of life can bring you happiness. Being in my early 20’s and clueless half of the time, I decided to step foot into the big corporate world. I got everything that came with this lifestyle, and my realization soon turned sour and unhappiness rained on me. Dipping my toes in the kool-aid and doing what everyone else wanted me to do, just wasn’t how I wanted to spend the best years of my life. I covered this a little bit in my last post, but I wanted to reiterate since this was one of the catalysts for this change.
Here I am now, 11 days until I embark on this life-changing event. A month and a half ago, I bought a 1990 Chevy G-20 which was completely original on the inside including that 90’s stench. For some, half the work would already have been done since there was a functional bed, storage, and somewhat decent curtains. However, this was just not a liveable space for me nor my SO. With this, we did the impossible and planned to convert the van within 30 days or so. I am so proud to say that our project is almost coming to a completion. I will, of course, be sharing all of the dirty details with you on that and how in the world I managed to convert a van with no experience. A shock right? It’s funny that when it came time to start doing work, no one else offered to help us. It was quite disappointing, that in time of inexperience and need, hardly anyone budged to help. Disappointment at it’s finest, but their loss honestly.
When I mention the idea of having this van to others, I have gotten a variety of different opinions. For example; some are skeptical, some are excited, some are curious, and some just think we are plain crazy. Those people who think we are crazy most likely couldn’t stand life without their simple first world luxuries. The van-dwelling life is all about living outside of your comfort zone, minimizing, and having the world as your backyard. Along with this change is an adjustment for me, which is selling all of my stuff. There is quite a bit of sentiment in your items, more than you think there is. You learn this when you empty out the clutter and after you learn to let it go, you will realize that it feels so free.
People often question if this camper is for weekend travels, and they are often surprised by my answer when I tell them no. This is not just a weekend gig, it is a full-time adjustment and there is a lot that is going to come along with it. Whether or not people are accepting of this life decision, it is not one I was forced into. I chose it for myself and I am proud of my decision. I made this decision because I am sick of the fear, the fear to experience the unknown for longer than one week (which is the typical vacation time). I want every day to be somewhere new, and something adventurous. I am a wanderer, after all, just trying to find where I belong in this life.
Please stay tuned for next week’s post where I will share the beginning of the renovation, and what it looked like before. Subscribe to my blog to be notified of posts straight to your email!