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, 17 July 2010

How My Hubby Has Changed

The thing I have been most surprised about by van life is how organised Reg has become. I’ve always been organised (and one of those annoying morning people), so that’s probably why I adjusted so easily, but Reg is has always been chaotic and unsystematic in everything he did.

But these days he jumps out of bed at 6am, cleans his teeth and dashes off to the gym, towel, wash bag and lunch in hand. Even on weekends, thouagh an hour or two later. He rarely forgets things and regularly turns up to work an hour early looking smart and pressed. I wonder if it will last beyond the van days?

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