It's been a nice few days. Rainy reads, homemade açaí bowls with friends, learning new tricks of one of my trades, and connecting with my body.
Car life comes with it's hardships; but the freedom I have is unsurmountable.
As a 25 y/o who was sent into the world with very little, I knew that I would always be working twice as hard as the person next to me in order to be financially and emotionally secure.
Before Wanda - and before Rachel the van - I walked, bus-d, biked, rollerbladed and took rides from friends and co-workers for several years to 3 jobs at a time. And was supporting another human for a portion of that. I slaved, man. I mean I really hustled. I've been called names and made to feel lesser than my peers because of my situation. And at the end of the day I was just making ends meet. I was living paycheck to paycheck and pulling over 40 hours a week just to have a "roof" to put my belongings under. And I never had time to feed my soul.
People ask me all the time, "you put yourself through school, so why don't you get a place to live and just work more?"
Honestly, I refuse to go back to my old lifestyle. Eat, work, sleep, hopefully yoga, repeat.
I was not put here to feed someone else's mouth. I will eventually work full time again. I love working and being on the move. But I want the hours that I put in to be FOR ME. I don't sweat for survival anymore. I sweat because it makes me feel alive. The jobs I do have aren't "jobs" at all. I'm an energy worker, a licensed practitioner, a pet snuggler, a Lululemon educator, a performer. It just so happens that the things I love can be exchanged for money.
Yes, I live in my car by choice at this point. And I am exactly on the right track. In a few years you'll see my tiny house parked on a mountain top, and you won't ask me why I don't want to rent a room with a stranger.