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, busted ass in my first job to get a raise. And yet, I wasn’t satisfied. I was too comfortable. I did the same things every day. I had created a behavioral rut that I was digging deeper and deeper with each monotonous day. Is this how I wanted to spend my time? Not at all... I craved adventure & novelty, not comfort & uniformity. …