We will be raising our first child in our RV. My husband and I have been living in a converted E-450 shuttle bus for the past 2 years, and I am currently 14 weeks pregnant. This is a summary of our current layout and the upgrades we plan to make.Read More
Eight years and thirty thousand dollars later; I am a debt free undergraduate. I learned more from those eight years of payments than the classes I took to accrue the debt. And, even after all that education, I am about as dumb as when I began.
What I can say is that I made it.Read More
We received a notice that we needed to move our vehicle this morning. Last week I was told I was not allowed to take a photo of someone. You can’t go back there, that’s not allowed. Boundaries pop up in life constantly, causing me to immediately feel shame about the rejection. I would feel embarrassed for having been talked to, or singled out, and my reaction would be to recoil, in order to prevent any future rejection. But, they kept coming. And the more they did, the more I knew I was living my best life.Read More
We had only been back in Portland for a few months, but our outlook on staying much longer was sopping wet. There were many days that we stayed curled up in bed. The cold drained our spirits. We were too fatigued to do much else.Read More
Bags of lunch meat. String Cheese. Bratwurst and potatoes. My eating had always subsisted off of the packages within a large, fluorescently lit food compound. I foraged in towering aisles, and sought the unobtainable - the perfect combination of nutritious, and instantaneous for my demanding lifestyle. I used to read food labels like a detective, looking for the highest quality ingredients for the lowest price. Often times, my demands would lag, inching price out as the primary deciding factor for purchase.Read More
We were back in Portland by October. It didn't take long before the rain came. And then it never stopped. The bus windows were constantly opaque with moisture. We would wipe down the walls and windows with towels every morning, and wring out all the water as the rain fell. Our clothes were damp as we dressed in the morning, and fresh mold would grow overnight.Read More
People are always curious about where we find toilets, or if we have one inside, and isn't that uncomfortable, or does it smell. All sorts of folk, and not even people who are thinking about moving into a rig. They just want to gauge the lifestyle. Toss it over in their heads for a bit. Maybe play out a brief fantasy. And when they hear the word "bucket," the fantasy quickly ends for most.
If you hear the word "bucket" and think, "oh, do tell more," then please follow along as I give you my insights into this past year of camping toilets.Read More
The summer heat gave as a sweaty, suffocating embrace the day we arrived in Grand Junction. Our morning routine became getting up at about 6:30am, making coffee, and walking the 100 yards to the gas station to use the toilet, fill our jugs with ice cold water, and grab a bag of ice for the cooler. At which point, we would have breakfast, and decide what to do once the temperature rose.Read More
If you are interested in living in a bus, or a van, or a tiny home, and you are reading this post, then you have already put more effort into researching the lifestyle than we did. In March 2017, we bought a 1999 Ford E-450 v10 shuttle bus. With little in savings, we had a week to move in before our lease was up.Read More
When I wake up, my breath is the first thing I see. My nose is impossibly cold, and I cup my hand to make a small fist igloo to warm it up. We have lived in this bus since May, and each day that goes by is the coldest day we have had. This time last year, I remember looking at the thermostat in the apartment, thinking “65 degrees?! I can’t take it anymore! Who cares about the energy bill?” These days, I would sleep in a t-shirt on top of the sheets in 65 degrees. We don’t have heat anymore. Not a single source to take the bite off the cold.Read More
Last night, we lit incense and closed the windows. Then, began watching some unmemorable show. It was nearing bedtime, so approximately 8pm. We both had beers that evening, and then a knock came to our doors. I say doors because when we push the button on the dash, the two rotating doors open outward. At that moment, a bit of incense smoke came out into the street light and I saw the security guard whom had knocked.Read More