My feet are resting at the end of the couch that’s closest to the door, and for good reason. That’s the end that smells like cat piss. Honestly, I’m not surprised. This couch was picked up off the street. It’s still a perfectly functional couch, one that I’ve spent many hours reclined on, writing emails, crafting new versions of the same resume, and generally pondering my life in San Francisco.
I moved up here from the sweltering heat of Los Angeles five months ago to be with the girl of my dreams. Her name is Amanda. You’ll get to know her eventually. Since moving here I’ve been navigating the challenges of working contract and freelance gigs while managing to survive in one of the most expensive places in the United States.
We live in the Mission district with two Spanish roommates, on the third floor of a drab-looking building. The decor is eclectic, consisting of half-dead houseplants, a bacon-themed calendar permanently displaying the month of August 2015, a half destroyed lego millennium falcon, and an eight-foot-tall teddy bear named Harriet. It’s comfortable and doubles as a hub for social interaction within our friend group who frequent this space, lovingly referred to as Hotel California.
Amanda and I were brought together three years ago when we randomly crossed paths at Burning Man. This was a strange coincidence – strange due to the fact that we attended high school together in Connecticut and hadn’t communicated in roughly ten years. But there we were, in the middle of the Nevada desert, surrounded by seventy-thousand people and we stumbled upon each other. Now three years later, we’re living together, preparing to fly to Oregon and hopefully *fingers crossed* buy a 1964 Clark Cortez motorhome.
The goal of vanlife is something that we’ve been talking about for more than a few months. The discussion basically goes like this: We love the friends and experiences living in San Francisco has brought us but it’s time to try something new. We want to reduce our footprint on this world. We want to create and work in ways that feel meaningful to us an individuals. We want to try something different. So we bought one-way plane tickets to Oregon to check out and possibly purchase this unique home-on-wheels from a retired railroad worker named King.
This is just the beginning of what we’re calling ‘The Van Project.’ We’re excited to have you with us on this journey of discovery and adventure.