This past week our life on the road began. In our newly purchased 1989 Chevrolet Astro Van we undertook the shake-down cruise of the century driving from Christmas Valley, Oregon to Los Angeles, California.
Our goal was to survive our trip down to my parent’s place with our every belonging, two humans and two huskies in our unmodified van. Well we made it, arriving yesterday, and boy was that an educational trip. Continue reading “Vanlife Maiden Voyage Pt. 1”
I’m sitting here now in a state of anxiety because 1.) its election day, and 2.) tomorrow I plan to purchase my first real vehicle of my own. Tomorrow, Jaime (my boyfriend shaped companion) and I will be meeting with a man about a van. If that doesn’t work, we will be checking out some other possibilities, but honestly? I really want this van.
A van will mean we start out with a roof on our annoyingly delayed nomadic life. A van will mean more comfort than the alternatives while we save up for an eventual truck/trailer combo. So I sit here wallowing in anxiety.
Jaime and I have taken up the battle cry of “We gonna diiiie” regularly now, but we are hopeful about the future. A slow crawl down the west coast to my family in L.A., then, slowly onward across the country eventually to meet Jaime’s mother in New York. Exciting? yes. Terrifying? completely. But waiting to set out has been torture! I hate waiting.
But if things go alright tomorrow then we will be on our way in a day or two and it will be the beginning of our adventure. And it’s about time. My Goblins haven’t invaded anything in far too long.
It’s a freaking miracle.
In a lot of ways.
So, since I last shared with the world, I was rescued from Pasadena, CA by a good friend and her three huskies, taken north to the Oregon Outback where I have been camping in the desert for a few months.
This has been the weirdest couple months of my life and I’ve learned a lot about who I am and the kinds of people that are worth my effort.
Why is it that the people with the most in life give so little, but the people who have nothing will give it all? They have nothing because they DO give it all to help others and I find that now when I have nothing, I feel richer than when I had it all?
Life is friggin weird, yo.
I stopped wearing makeup and dressing up and worrying about how people saw me and immediately found people who liked me anyways (wtf?)
I have no money to give but my willingness to help others has made me more friends than money ever has.
I stopped caring about my weight and immediately lost a ton of it.
I’ve learned that 99% of what people have is unnecessary.
I’ve learned how to milk a cow and more about recreational and medical pot use than any other non-pot user.
Oh and Goats are assholes.
Also….My tent. I have found the most badass tent in the universe. More about that later.
I’m moving closer to my goals of travel but now its less about running and more about exploring and that just feels better.
And the sky here. Cloud Porn. Pure and Simple.
Two years ago on this day, I got on a plane to Portland, Oregon. I had just been laid off of my job of the previous 4 years and had taken my severance package, my unwisely cashed out 401k and moved to a city I’d chosen nearly at random. I had no family or friends there. I had a been there for a mere weekend a month before with my grudgingly supportive parents to choose a place to rent, and that was the extent of my knowledge.
Now, two years and a lot of mistakes and shitty luck later, I’m back in California planning a new exit. Continue reading “Minimizing the Minimum”
Okay this one was one of the tastier things I’ve made. I don’t understand why it turned out so good since I was winging it the entire time, but I don’t think I would change a damn thing next time around which is weird for me. Usually it takes me a few trials and many errors to decide I’m happy with a recipe. Continue reading “Foodsperiments: Mini Pizza Pies”
I have a giant box of strawberries in the fridge and the knowledge that if I do not do something with them tonight, my mother will give them away tomorrow before she and Dad go on vacation because when staying here alone, apparently I do not rate strawberries.
So? So I shall make them into a thing!!! After consulting Twitter, I have decided to make Continue reading “Foodsperiment: Strawberry Bread”
Phobias are ridiculous. Seriously ridiculous.
My phobias? Fish and dead grasshoppers. Ichthyophobia and Acridophobia.
With the grasshoppers, its not the living ones. No. It’s the idea of seeing a dead one, and then what if it moved?! Zombie grasshoppers. The Leaping Undead. Stuff of nightmares. I cross streets to avoid them. But that fear is not something I have to face every day. Continue reading “Facing Fears: Fish aren’t Friends”