Rite of passage for the young vandweller... Being rejected because of your circumstances... and mold.
Yes. That is correct. I was dumped because I live in a van.
However, because it was only the second date, it may not really constitute a full-on 'dumping' I 'spose.
Today marks the beginning (hopefully not of the end) of my certain to be ongoing battle with mold. I tore my bedding apart to discover black spots forming on the wood platform of my bed. Am now in the research phase. Will be sure to update y'all throughout the freaking process.
And also? Girls bestfriend: memory foam. Have been sleeping like a baby for a few nights now since purchasing the mattress of craigslist.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Saturday, April 5, 2014
I've been offered a position in which they'd like me to live onsite. I applied with awareness of that requirement, only knowing that I have the freedom for that to be a non-issue. I'm realizing though, that being offered a place to live, though not a con, I'm not viewing as a perk of the job either. My current home is neither a result of circumstances, a means to an end, nor a sacrifice/compromise. At the end of every day: I am home.
Additionally, Quinn and I have now made the park a part of our weekly routine. She returns when she is in need of the loo. It works rather well for both of us.
And, I've started dating again. I've chosen to keep my current circumstances to myself initially. After three first dates, no one has proved themselves ready for the reveal that is my home. Some of my friends have opposing views on this... mostly the ones who A) do not live in a van, and B) are in a stable relationship. So essentially, they can take their oppositional views, and suck it. Namaste.
Posted by pamofthedeep at 6:26 PM