So, on Monday, April 22, 2019, I turned in all of my keys and said a BIG and LOUD southern “FU” to rent. I was tired of giving away over $1000/mth for 4 walls (that didn’t talk to me when I needed them to) and experiencing sporadic episodes of depression. I felt as if I was locked in a prison cell with no hope for parole … one cell, one short/rusty toilet, and a toddler bed. Though I had many amenities and “things” that could change my mood (temporarily), I was still not happy. I wanted freedom to explore the unknown, meet like-minded wanderers, and travel like there was no end in sight.
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m finally preparing myself for #vanlife. Living the new American Dream.