The familiar whiff of freedom. The feeling of total euphoria when I leave some place because my time there had run its course. The giant giddy smile that creeps across my face as my dreams start to unfold in the most organic of ways. The optimism that is ever present in my mind that fuels my desires and keeps my wheels perpetually turning without effort.
I have been trying to find a place that I could sit, have a beer and write this out. I finally found a great neighborhood bar, Gormley’s. My neighborhood is too busy and the adjoining ones can be a bit stuffy. So I moseyed up the road to a place that I have passed by several times and never stopped at. I have been here 15 minutes and the barkeep (Joe) is nice as can be, welcoming and doesn’t care if I sit here, sip beer and write out my thoughts. Thanks man.
I have had this RESTLESS (yes it needs to capitalized..lol) feeling for months now. I have been thinking about materialism, challenges, freedom, happiness, monetary liberation and how to get the heck out of this slump of entrapment that I was living on a daily basis. I have come to accept the fact that even after being back a for years and seeing all my friends and family settled down all cozy in that homey existence and thinking that it may rub off on me, that no matter what, I don’t have that gene! That gene that wants to nest and build a stationary life. So one day I was coming home, again…from work, and going through the same routine and saying to my self, “I cannot do this anymore.” I asked myself how am I going to grow and live and thrive? I thought by now I’d meet a guy and converge our lives and interests and there would be a mutual respect for each others desires and dreams. That we’d let each other be their awesome authentic selves while exploring our mutual interests. Well that hasn’t happened, although I thought I might have been close but…nope. But gosh did I really like this one guy and thought, “maybe!” I even asked this guy, “If this thing were to go extra innings and I were to live in a grounded home with you, would you be okay with me traveling for three consecutive weeks out of the year because you know that it is vital for me to ramble?” I am adaptable! But he flat out said no. So I continue on with my life’s wants and hope that one day I may share them with an awesome adventurous man.
So what have I done?! I down sized the heck out of my life! I sold most of my things, gave away a few, donated a ton and put a few mementos in storage and moved into a tiny home on wheels. 😁 And. I. Love. It!!!! I am mobile, free, unconfined, and giddy with exploration. I wanted to wait a while before I shared this with anyone. I am sure my Ma knows as she is no dummy. But neither am I. I have researched and contemplated and really dug down deep to figure out whether or not I am capable of doing this. I moved into my vehicle. A good friend went along with my crazy plan and helped me build a platform bed for my car. Which is AWESOME! The platform folds up nicely so you’d never know that someone moved into such a tiny space! I have researched safety, livability and weather. A little side note about weather. I am not a martyr. When the weather turns to absolute crap I will be renting a room or an efficiency!..lol!
I have been talking about living in a tiny house for a while now. What better way to figure out if you can live in a very small place then to live in your car for a bit?! And let me say this. I am doing this because I 150% want to, NOT because I had to. My dear sweet landlord even tried to talk me out of it for three straight days and even up to the moment when the new tenant was to sign their lease he said I could back out of my plan and stay. Thank you Ted. You are awesome and I thank you for your worry and love.
More to come…
“Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.”
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow