#vanlife

Well, it’s official. I am living in a van.

Not just any van, my van, Bessie. Between launching my Pledge Campaign , selling my clothes (moving into a van is cause for a downsize), and this post, it might appear that this whole musician life isn’t working out so hot for me. But my friends I assure you it is quite the opposite. I have never been so focused (and overwhelmed) and driven (and super overwhelmed) and stoked to be putting all of my energy into what I love to do. I am in the middle of finishing my EP , booking a US tour, planning my EP release (September 14th at The Biltmore ) and gigging like crazy. Spring was a good time to quit the day job, people dig live music in the summer…
So what does all this have to do with moving into Bessie ?

Truth is my current living situation has expired earlier than expected, and my tenants are still in my West End apartment (by my I am referring to the place that I rent… not sure if that needed explaining) and while the living is good, I cannot afford to move into some new digs in Vancouver for two months before leaving on tour. Not only is rent cray, but I have a camper van. Hellooo? Seems obvious. I actually manifested this. I asked the universe for a camper van to live/tour in. Sometimes our manifestations turn out a little different than how we imagined, but it is important to acknowledge that they are real. There is a lot of power in asking the world for something… and with that a lot of responsibility!

Where do I shower/shave/pee you ask? I have a yoga pass. Where do I park overnight? Usually residential areas. We may have been neighbours for a minute… WiFi? Prado , JJ Bean , Greenhorn , you name it! Not only has this been cost effective, but it has really de-cluttered my life (not much room for clutter) physically and kind of emotionally… I think I can get down with this tiny-living less-material lifestyle. More room to be overwhelmed! Sure there are nights when I wish the parking lot would have a power outage, or mornings when maybe I don’t want to wake up to the keener running groups at sunrise. When it rains, it may sound like a million kids are shooting pellets from a gun at my tin palace, but when I am awakened by the subtle sway of Bessie as the wind from a passing car reaches my haven, I simply smile, and remember that this is exactly what I wanted.

Em.