I am not a hippy. I’m not a crusty. I’m not a gypsy. I work for a living. I pay my taxes and I am a responsible citizen. I believe in recycling. I do not litter. But I want a simple life and so with my husband I’m moving into a van. Maybe we will hate it. Or maybe this is the beginning of a new life.

In search of another life

"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..."

Jack Kerouac

Monday, 24 May 2010

A Night on Hove Lagoon

Last night we packed everything up and headed down to Hove Lagoon for the night and it felt like an adventure. It feels strange to move your whole home and I felt as though I had left something behind. But there was nowhere for me to have left it: just an empty parking space.

The sun was just going down and we played a game of frisbee by the water. I feel as though I have nothing left to worry about.

This morning we got up early and I packed everything away-badly. We could not stay by the lagoon as parking is only free on a Sunday. As Reg turned the van round, the plastic boxes containing food, pens, cutlery, and everything else we own came crashing down onto the floor. Our belongings really have to be crammed onto the shelf, otherwise they come loose. A better idea is just to place all the boxes on the floor when moving.

The other problem with moving is that the waste water starts swishing around in its container and it reeks like a public health problem. The first whiff of it brings back romantic memories of times spent in Greece and India but trying to sleep with that stench in the air is not easy. We are going to clean the container this week.

I cycled up to the gym but I didn't bother working out this morning. I sat in the sauna for a few minutes before showering, and came out of the gym tingling all over. I would never have dragged myself over to the gym for a sauna if I had a shower of my own but it is so worth it.

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