I had no clue "#vanlife" was a thing. Serious.
Just like I had no clue what the lady walking between two huge dudes walking like a wall blocking the entire sidewalk meant as I ducked off to the side and she asked "duck men?"
Let me make this very clear: I am here because I lost my home. This wasn't some dream fulfilled. I knew within the first weeks of my "california adventure" nearly a decade ago that I've little interest in being "on the road". And, no, I had no idea about that dude nor his book when I found myself writing some thoughts in a notebook allegedly where he used to sit and do the same. When, after someone there informed me that's how I seemed, I did read his book, I knew even better that that lifestyle is not for me. But I already had an idea of that from "into the wild," and the fact of my being not particularly social just made "on the road" litlle more than a stress-filled read. And if anyone ever bothered to ask why I found myself homeless in Cali in the first place (and if I trusted them enough to tell them) they'd've known better than to think it some calling to live some great adventure.
So how the hell did I end up here? Lemme put it this way... I was forced into it. And having been, by people I considered friendly, by people I relied on, and more... we're left with, quite frankly, I don't trust people worth a damn. Certainly not enough to rely on their decency again to keep a roof over my head. So what goddamned option do I have?
No. Absolutely. This had nothing to do with "#vanlife" or "on the road" fantasies in any way except as a plausible silver-lining on the thundercloud that put me here. Try #makingdo
Look what I discovered today... upon trying to figure out what to do about the rain that may happen soon *inside* my home: http://uproxx.com/life/harsh-truths-vanlife/amp/
Now... the fact is, I generally talk about (vs wrote about, maybe) the good things... so some folk seem to be under the impression I'm living the dream... some folk even seem jealous! And again I'm reminded of how desperately folk search for grass-is-greener... when I tried to explain living on a boat to my elementary school classmates, they didn't want to hear about the divorce that ripped my family apart, that we were too poor to live in a regular house, that I didn't get to hang out with my friends during the summers, or anything else *real* about the scenario... the majority heard "boat" and instantly assumed a friggin' yacht and shut me out, out of misplaced jealousy. A few, far between, saw it as something cool. And even fewer (if any?) heard anything more than silver lining. Here we are again, 30 years later. "#vanlife" #makingdo.