It’s nearly been a month since backing the camper into the site I’ve been staying at. Previously it had been on some private land, and a woman I had been dating, parents house. While parked at her parents house for a length of time it felt less independent and more prison like. With a house so close we’d end up spending a lot of time in the home, less time getting settled in and finding our comfort level within the camper. That’s at least how it felt to me. There was more time spent being worried about the electric and where the black water would go, then enjoying the idea of less is more, and the freedoms a move like this makes. You tend to walk on egg shells more than anything. It takes away a level of independence, sanity and comfort.
After a few weeks the camper was moved to some private land. A gentleman owned what seemed to be an old campground and would rent out sites. A awesome site was found, and sadly very few pictures were taken. It sat on top of a grassy knoll area with a large pond just below it. The bugs were minimal. What seemed like thousands of fire flies would dot the dirt road leading to the site and would paint the surface of the water with their glow. The frogs would talk non stop with the crickets and the howls of Coyotes and hoots of owls could be heard at all hours. The fee we were charged was nothing short of fantastic. $160 a month bought a little heavenly oasis. The ability to plug into a fellow campers electrical box made the deal even sweeter! The only true downside was zero black water or sewer support.
While trying to decide how to handle that aspect, settling in happened at a snails pace. “What should we put in this drawer” was likely said a thousand times. “Do we have enough space? Do we have to much/not enough?” were also said just as many. Trying to fit in 3 peoples worth of clothes, toys, dishes, food and other life “necessities” was becoming a chore quite quickly.
All the while, trying to keep up the cleaning of a trailer that is still having some system repair work done to it, and keeping the dogs at bay. It became even more difficult when two people with extreme variances in thinking want to attack a problem from different angles. Before we knew it, things weren’t working out with the land owner and we ended up leaving. Heading back to a driveway owned by others. Settling in, would again have to wait.
The original idea of staying on the private property with the pond was great. I own a small web hosting company and the money that comes in would have more then paid for the rent of the land. But needing to leave meant the realization of going to a RV park. Or an equivalent. Up here in New England, nothing is cheap. Rates close the the $1k were seen as an average per month. Seasonal rates well into $3-$4k and beyond were also found. It was starting to look very grim. With a few more calls and answer was found. Cheap, close to everything we needed ( both full time work, friends, family etc) It finally seemed settling in would occur! It had been around 3 months that this idea had been put into action, 3 months since any normalcy had been felt.
Sparing the details, the relationship ended and I’ve essentially been here at the campground alone with my dogs. It’s only been over the last few weeks I truly feel settled in. Their is a rhythm and “routine” for the day” The dogs know when they are going out, when they will eat. They are slowly ( very.. very slowly) becoming accustomed to the sights, smells and noises of a campground and all the people that come with one. I know where everything is, where it all goes. Since discovering a leak in the city side water inlet, I now know how many showers I can take, and how many dishes can be washed with a full 35 gallon fresh water holding tank. The fridge on the electric vs gas allows a 15-20 gallon propane tank to last over a month for cooking. There is a familiarity growing with my self, the dogs and the camper. It’s starting to feel like a worn in pair of shoes.
Having spent the last 3-4 months unsure if this feeling would ever come, it’s a feeling of accomplishment. Going from the idea of a Tiny Home, and landing on this camper. A find that has transformed my life and way of thinking around completely. The satisfaction of spending less on utilities. Having a fire without the need of a permit. A place for my black water tank to empty out into. The ability to fill a fresh water tank in 5 minutes vs 2 hours with a siphon hose and a 5 gallon jug. Having a true 30 amp circuit to fire up the AC. That independence is back. It no longer feels like I’m here because I have to be. I’m here, and loving it because I want to. It feels right. It feels like home.
It truly is a feeling that has never been felt before. It’s hard to explain the exuberant joy of coming home is like. It is wished that more people could experience life like this. A lack of stress a giant home brings. The simplicity of it all. It’s odd to call it simplistic because it isn’t anything of the sort, but yet it is all the same. For anyone looking to jump into this lifestyle I’ll offer my limited advice. It might take a while for you to feel at home. Don’t give up. Because when it does, it’ll make you smile like nothing has before. There is a level of independence in this that I’ve never found elsewhere.
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