A bit messy and inconvenient, but so worth it.

This is my second time to live in a vehicle. I'm only four months in this time, but definitely in the groove of it now. Instagram is loaded with inspiring pics of #vanlife glamorizing the live aboard lifestyle of those who have chosen to live this way just as I have. There are amazing moments and experiences that come with this path that would be hard to come by any other way. But they are exactly that, 'moments'. While I enjoy this lifestyle and it suits me, it is not endless adventure and glorious vistas out the windows. In my case, it is allowing me to follow my purpose,which is the reason I chose it.

Living in a vehicle is hard when it comes to the practicalities of life. It can be isolating if you aren't careful. It's a bummer in the winter when you can't just have the doors open. Sticking freezing cold deodorant in your warm armpits in the morning is breathtaking. Cooking on a hot plate that takes up half your 2.5' counter can get old. Washing dishes outside afterward is kind of a pain. Crawling into a 40 degree bed is always a treat. Having a tiny wardrobe has an odd effect on how you see yourself. All of this experience inspires self examination in ways one likely wouldn't think of whilst living in a regular home. I love that.

I have gained an odd affection for brushing my teeth outside, especially before bed on a starry night. While it is often messy and frustrating to live out of such a small space, it has a wonderfully grounding effect on me. My tiny Hellahouse has fostered deep gratitude in me for the simplest of blessings in life. Health, food and shelter.