Me and my wife got married after 5 months of dating. We knew we wanted a life of adventute together.
We bought a van and built it to be our home. We lived in it. Loved in it. Got to know ourselves and each other. We canceled cell phone plans, traveled with a pack of cards, and a beat up atlas. We had more laughs and arguments then I can count.
All I have from it is a handful of blurry photos, and endless supply of memories and a partner I know will always be there through thick and thin. Through flat tires, and lost roads, through amazing views and ocean side hideaways.
Living in a van is total freedom. Living in a van as a lesbian is total freedom with a tinge of caution. Caution about which bathroom you use, caution about where you park, caution about what the laws are where you are.
At the end of day we know a few things to be true: always give people a chance they are generally good, always remember to get your oil changed, and always love who you are, where you are and always love who you are, where you are and how you got there.