At 10:00 this morning, I was drinking a hot toddy in bed. Why? Because I’m a grown ass woman, I do what I want. Also, I’m sick. And I live in a van. I feel like I have carte blanche on the hot toddies.
Oh man, the van has come together! Last week, we cranked and got the van move-in ready.
Flying underwear and drunken cooking escapades. So much to learn.
When people learn that we’ll live in a space smaller than most dorm rooms, or hell, even bathrooms, there are questions. Amongst many, “So, where’s all your stuff?”
I consider myself a pretty low maintenance individual but I suspect living in a van may test that…
If you told both of us three years ago that we’d be quitting our jobs and traveling the Americas in a van, we’d have pretty different reactions!