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

Saturday, 15 May 2010

We are selling everything we own

This morning I’m up early: It is one of the last mornings I’ll spend in the flat and I’m enjoying the space. We have sold most of our furniture and today people are coming to collect it and give us money. It is a frightening thing: selling all your possessions. I have done it several times now though, so I should know how it goes. It always feels like a daunting prospect, but once things start falling out of your life it becomes addictive. Clutter is one of my pet hates. Well, there are few better ways to deal with clutter than living in a very confined space.

We have not sold everything. A few books and things-and our passports-have been packed up and stored at my parent’s house. I still have not decided what to do with the herbs and chillies that I have been growing. And the lavender. Is there room for it in the van or will it get destroyed whenever we move?

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