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

Wednesday, 26 May 2010

The Sun's not Shining but we are Still Smiling

We have reached our 10th day of living in the van and I cannot say that I have missed a single thing about living in a flat. We checked on to the campsite today in order to replace the waste water tank. Now that is sorted I have no problem with van life whatsoever.

It seems strange to think that less than two weeks ago I was worrying about selling my belongings. For ten days what belongings have I needed? A few changes of clothes, a couple of books, my laptop, my bike...It seems the less I have the less I worry and the less I need. I have been having lots of conversations about society norms with people this week and it is clear that I am not the only person to feel this way.

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