It’s been a couple of months since I’ve joined the #vanlife movement. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I’m really out here, wandering around, peeing in a bottle, soaking up each new day as it comes.
I’m often asked why I decided to start living out of a van. I ask myself this same question most days. Why did I do this? Here’s my attempt to find some answers to this question.
I was traveling down the ‘normal’ path, busted ass in undergrad to get into grad school, busted ass in grad school to get a good first job…
