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Emily + Corey + Pup Penny Rose  Four years reclaiming real wealth on the road. Work+Earth+Adventure+Leisure+Together+Health anything is possible + nothing is guaranteed

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My name is Emily. I'm from a tiny coastal town in Maine and always dreamed of traveling the world. Most likely I express gene DRD4-7r (see last post), associated with dopamine levels in the brain, curiosity and restlessness.
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Four years down this beautiful bumpy road and I believe in Change from the inside out. I believe we can all live our dream with our superhuman powers of Focus and Action. I believe in our best friend, the curious question Why.
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Who are you? Where are you from? Why are you here? What would you like to know about our journey and the collective vanlife movement? We like to answer questions bookmarked with #vanlifequestions. Thanks for being here. ✌🏽️ (update....Keep the questions coming all! We may lose service now but we'll answer them in upcoming posts. And check out what's been asked/answered before at #vanlifequestions.)

Did you know there is a nomad gene? It’s named DRD4-7r and is associated with dopamine levels in the brain and traits like curiosity and restlessness. 20% of us have it.
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Nomadism is in our blood. Corey’s grandfather was a photographer for the Canadian Pacific Railway in the 1920’s, documenting westward expansion. My father lived in a van for a year. My father’s father traveled the world as a superintendent of the merchant marines.
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It is a blessing that today’s world supports our wondering wandering hearts.
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What about you?  Is nomadism in your blood? #drd47r

Every night I put things away in their place, only to rise on the new day to the aftermath of a silent storm. While I'd like to think that Emily and Penny Rose are the culprits, I too am an invisible tornado at times. Vanlife is no escape. 80 square feet only magnifies what needs tending. And even in the mess there is still love. #vanstrife 😂

I like to run with the wolves, to leap over cacti like sheep over the moon. I like to flood my senses with nature’s orchestra and gyrate to hip hop music, a different kind of nature. I am found naked by a water source, a raging river, trickling brook or Walmart parking lot, sitting centered on my yoga mat as cigarette butts, McDonalds wrappers and confused faces float by. And I am found with my face aglow by a phone that’s supposedly smart. A different kind of nature.
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3 days ago I turned 33. 3 years ago Penny Rose rescued me, her milk chocolate eyes melting my rigidity. 3 days ago we were shooting a video project with some great people from @hydroflask. It was the first birthday that I was not free to create my day.
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A sharp alarm kicked me outta dreamland at 6AM. The beating sun sparred with us as we hiked red rock. Icy Oak Creek nearly froze the skin off my bones, pacified only by the scorching rocks.
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I day dreamed…if only I had the day to myself...
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Sunshine would wake me. Bursting springtime flowers would accompany me on a hike. Snow infused water would awaken sensation in my 40 trillion cells. And then I’d make love to the rocks, allowing their borrowed Sun energy to penetrate my being and mingle with my aliveness. And then, maybe, if I felt inspired to, I’d photograph a moment and put words to the experience of today. Ground it. A visual representation of the wealth in my memory bank.
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Suddenly, I realized I am living the life of my dreams. Holy shit. I have shifted from ambitious overwork that left me empty and binge drinking and buying stuff to fill a perceived void to doing what makes me come alive. I have let go of seeking happiness outside of myself. Gratitude washed over my rocky shoreline and contentment followed. +
Perspective, our mindset created through sensory experiences and reinforced through memory, writes our future.
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I can only hope that positive change results from this movement of thought, circling rubber, burning fuel and the uncovering of the falsity of vanlife as freedom in a world that isn’t free. It's a blurry line between ... more at top of comments...👇

A journalist for The New Yorker magazine lived with us for one week. The article, link in bio, is an interesting look at the vanlife movement, focusing on the influencer marketing and business aspects of life on the road. For us it brought forth many questions and we'd love your reflection. How do you feel about the article? Was the essence of vanlife captured? What is the essence of vanlife? Why do you follow us?

On the road we pack and sprawl only to pack again. We have minimal stuff yet we use all of it. Minimal compared to normal, whatever that is.
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And so we dance with each other day after day after day. Two human beings and a dog in a van, moving with life. We’re so close we’re bound to bump heads occasionally.
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I wonder if all of the noise about finding your true purpose is a load of crap. I wonder if all that matters is our focused action, our movement relative to everything around us. Purposeful action.

Daily vanlife rituals keep us so fresh and so clean, and ground us as we move with the wind.
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Consistency as a nomad is essential for longevity on the road, creating a container for our personal growth and wellbeing.
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Daily we brush with @ilovetruthpaste (which by the way is the best toothpaste...clay based so spitting on the ground is Earth friendly), tongue scrap, oil massage, eat nourishing food, and practice yoga. And, friends, brushing and peeing with ever changing views is indescribable.
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You? How do you ground yourself? #reclaimrealwealth

After college, work was my identity, my sense of worth derived from words on a resume. It felt like a game I was playing and I was good at it. But contentment was always further down the road.
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Ambitious seeking reinforced perceived lack and I attempted to fill the void with new clothes, extreme adventure, cakes, cookies and alcohol binges.
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It’s no surprise I came up short. Anxious. Confused. A starving soul cannot be nourished externally through sensory indulgence.
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Turns out, the way out is a dive in through the watery layers, asking why. Until all that’s left is a wild unbroken heart, a mystery, a breath.
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Seeking is futile. Nothing is to be found. Nothing was ever lost. Paradise is home within.
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Oh Nevada, thank you for this reminder. #reclaimrealwealth

Nevada wasn't part of the plan, until a grizzly mountain man named Noland mentioned route 50, the loneliest highway in America. Hot springs, he grinned.
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Why get stuck on the plan when we are shape shifters, free to change direction like the dragonfly and create our reality like the wild whirling wind? We are adaptable by nature.
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So hello Nevada, Earth. It's an honor to see your beauty.
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Have you experience Nevada? And??

Love is when he secretly forages flowers, puts them in a @hydroflask and sets the yoga mats. 💙Recently we returned to vanlife after a 200 hour yoga teacher training in Hawaii. The experience was beyond words. A true honor to receive and put into practice ancient wisdom so beautifully, lovingly and intelligently taught by @mahavidyaschool. 🙏What are you grateful for today?

Four years ago I thought I was hitting the road purely for adventure. Turns out I was following intuition to make inner change by experiencing, time and time again, the infinite beauty of life on Earth.
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Moments like this calm the mind through the sense channels and reflect with every breath our own wild nature. +
Why do you travel? #reclaimwealth #luckypennyrose

What if there is no plan B? No back up. No safety net. No alternative. What if we get one shot and either we’re in or we’re not?
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Before hitting the road four years ago we spent months planning. Readied the van. Sold stuff. Saved money. Secured remote work. Yet not once did we consider a plan B. WHAT TO DO IF WE FAIL never crossed our minds.
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Without plan B, the signal through our being and into the universe is strong and clear. We are committed to our vision. We are ready. We are here. We believe in ourselves. We trust the journey. Wholehearted commitment transforms dead ends into open doors.
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I say trash plan B. Its very existence disperses our life force by reinforcing doubt which diverts our attention away from our vision.

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