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.
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