I am a complicated woman.
I want to wake up of a morning, look out of my window while I’m making breakfast and see the waves of the ocean, crashing passionately against the rocks.
Of an evening, I want to light some candles, pour a Bailey’s and look out over city lights, while a classy piece of blues plays softly in the background.
Some might say about this, “You’re trying to burn the candles at both ends…” or “You can’t have the best of both worlds my girl”. Another might say, “Best stay put until you figure out what you want…”.
I say, feed your soul and be free. If the sea is what you need, go to the sea. If being surrounded by city life is what keeps the fire in you burning, go to the city.
Freedom is a powerful thing, among many other great things for humans and animals alike.
What you choose to do with your freedom is what defines not only you as a person, but it defines the respect you have for your soul.
I, personally, don’t want to end up like the moldy slice of bread in my kitchen; unmoved, unused, stagnant. After a while of being in the same place, doing the same thing, seeing, feeling and thinking the same thing, we start to go stale. As do our thoughts, our drive, our imagination and our ambition to change our lives for the better.
And that’s part of the reason behind me getting a motorhome, and living in it.
After 25 years in the same village and feeling like a large part of my soul has been cryogenically preserved, I want to start making moves towards breaking free.
I still live with my parents. Something which bothers me because I don’t feel fully independent, but because of my mother’s ill health, it’s an arrangement that works out well on the grand scheme of things.
While I would love to move out of home and into a city flat where I can have my own space, decor decisions and take responsibility for full on adult life, I do not feel comfortable (and nor do my family) with leaving mum and moving 5, 10 miles away.
So, since my relationship broke down last year and I have been living with my parents again full-time, I have been desperately trying to figure out a way of having my own home and having the freedom, but being able to stay near my parents.
Having toyed with the tiny house movement idea for a while, and realising my budget won’t stretch quite that far, I slowly came round to the idea of buying a second hand motorhome and living in that.
Something I have come to appreciate in the last couple of years, is that I really don’t need a lot of space. In fact, the thought of living in a normal sized house, with all those rooms, kind of scares me. All that space and you’re only ever in one room at a time.
I like cozy, warmly lit places, with cushions and throws and soft blankets. Fairy lights, bunting, candles, incense, flowers, books and pictures. I believe this concept has become widely known as Hygge.
I know how I want my home to look but motorhomes don’t come looking like that, so once I get one, I will have a lot of work to do to it. I aim to buy one over the winter and make it look all pretty, with a view to officially moving in around March, when there will be less chance of Bronchitis (so my family tell me).
I want to see as much of the world before I get old or before I settle down. I want to have adventures, see life, go places. With a motorhome I can do that. I can drive back to Scotland and tour the places I didn’t see last time. I can visit all the different beaches and boondock for a weekend, or stay on a campsite for longer stints.
In the winter I can eat homemade soup and bread and in the summer I’ll make fresh avocado salads with superfood smoothies.
I don’t want this to just be about me living in a new place. Living in a motorhome will be so much more for me than that. It will be a whole life-turnaround. I’ll be able to live more minimally, eat more healthily, learn new skills and become more resourceful. I’ll be able to travel, be independent, invite friends round and take them on picnics to the country. Be inspired…
I am getting great encouragement from friends and family which I am hugely grateful for. My family and friends are more on the practical side, so it means a lot when they support my more adventurous, less conventional side.
It’s suchh an extreme idea and will be a huge leap of faith for me, and despite my enthusiasm inn blog posts, it’s not something I’m jumping into without making sure I understand as much as I can first. But what shines through the most and keeps me motivated, is that the positives to this outway by far, any negatives I can think of.
My next move is to talk finance with the bank, which is happening in a couple of weeks (scary!) and then if I’m approved, I think things will happen pretty quickly.
This is the closest I’ve ever come to owning my own home and it feels very exciting. And it’s going to be a home I can take with me wherever I go. And that’s a pretty special thing.