I have to confess. I .. um .. did something. About to buy something. Are you sitting down? Maybe you should. These are exactly the words I told my mom. Little did I know this almost sparked a heart attack. Sorry mom.
I am buying an RV! To live in.
Haha. There it is. Sounds so strange coming from someone like me. I don’t even like camping. Too wet (helloo Pacific North West!), too cold (Canadaaaa), and too, well, close to bears. I’m too young to be eaten alive by a big hairy monster waking me up in the middle of the night eagerly munching away the not very protective layer of thin fabric that used to be my tent and highly considering of me as its main course. No thanks. So why buy an RV?
First of all, it’s got a way higher survival rate for bear attacks. Phew.
To be honest, I just feel I have to go. Four years of awesomeness ending is not really a good reason to stay at the exact same place. I could backpack in South Asia or Australia, sure. Travel on dirty roads, jump into unknown muddy rivers, discover strange cultures, maybe eat some strange veggies from a far eastern bazaar or market. Sadly, most of these fantastic sounding things wouldn’t work well with my hypochondriac self. They’ve got probably mosquitos, strange diseases – you name it, I will imagine I have it.
No, without protective male support I think of “only” going down the coast. Live minimalistic. Shed everything I don’t really need. What do we actually need anyways to be fully happy?
And that’s the thing!
Let’s be honest: When you are camping, nothing but nature around you, strange noises, the powerful soaring of the winds, a chill night in a tiny tent, waking up to the first warm sun rays, soaking in fresh air, stretching your body in the warm light… and having a simple coffee in a tin cup spiked with some pine cone pieces and the occasional stray leaf. Drinking the warm fluid and feeling its warmth & strength floating your body. Isn’t that one of the best feelings ever?
That’s what I want. Appreciate the little things. Finding my inner peace with luxury we take for granted and lazy comfort around me doesn’t seem possible.
I’ve been told tales of the beauty of the Oregon coastline by so many of my friends. Good plan. I may be ending up in Southern California, my absolute dream destination. Warm weather, beautiful beaches, wild ocean, good food – oh my the food. Wine. And I do happen to know some people there, in case RV’ing does get boring.
So that’s the idea.