Every time I think, whose bright idea was it to live in a van with a cat and a dog, I get the answer from my wife. Mine, it was my idea. And as much as we love them both, know it was our choice and we would never be without them. We now understand the realities and complications of living with a big dog and a cat.
Living in a van raises questions that you wouldn’t even think about if you lived in a house. And the main one is definitely how to stay clean. Anyone’s who’s lived in a van for more than a week will know that campsites and gyms have showers you can use. But as we’re all painfully aware, those places are closed right now. So how is anyone living in a van supposed to stay clean when hygiene is more important than ever?
I’ve always been a bit obsessed with intruders. Even in the daytime, thoughts of home invasion are never far from my mind. So living in a van was the obvious choice.
As I’m writing this, I’m currently locked down in the UK, living full time in a van. And this experience has taught me so many things. It’s taught me that some people are miserable, life-sucking bastards and if they cracked a smile, it would literally kill them. And I’ve learned that other people are really decent human beings who genuinely don’t judge.
I’m an angry person. I know it, my wife knows it, even my Mum knows it. And I’m told all the time that I shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t be so angry, I should be more relaxed, more forgiving. I should learn to let things go. And for so many years, I tried to do that. I tried to let things go; I tried to be relaxed. But I couldn’t. And all that did was make me feel guilty. Guilty that I couldn’t do what people wanted me to do. And I couldn’t be what they wanted me to be. And this guilt led to some pretty monumental feelings of inferiority. I felt so much less than everyone else. I felt like these people who were telling me to move on were somehow so much better than me. And no matter how hard I tried, I would never be like them. So forgiving and at peace.