The Challenges I Made Up to Discourage Wanderlust

Aktualisiert: 16. Aug 2019

I thought the hardest part would be the space. The lack of it. Before we set out on our caravan adventure, I made a mental list of the things that would probably grind away my resolve: living in a walk-in closet on wheels with my child and partner, a water tank that tops out at the minimum global humanitarian standard for fresh water under emergency conditions (15L per person per day for a grand total of 45 liters for our little crew of three), or our total reliance on electricity via a solar power system modeled on YouTube videos and Google searches. Like underpants with a too tight waistband or a sandal thong that rubs, all of these little issues could be ignored when we started. After all, we had shelter, some water, and an idea of how to get power. But like the unrelenting friction that boils up and brings the best of us to a blistered, uncomfortable halt, I was worried the little things would make me quit.

I was wrong. The lack of space isn’t an issue. We just go outside. It’s like living in the Swiss Family Robinson’s treehouse, the living room is the great wide open. It’s massive. As to the water, I’ve had to give up my languorous, steamy showers, which is a sacrifice, but we don’t smell too bad. And, by luck or the grace of YouTube solar power rabbit holes our electrical system works flawlessly. It’s actually amazing how little stuff we need to live well.

What I did not expect was the amount of trash that we’d produce. Living in such a small space means every nook and cranny counts. The corner that our 10L trash bag takes is always in view and I’ll be damned if plastic – wrappers, containers, lids, everything that anything comes in – isn’t going to be this era’s dominant artifact when alien archeologists come digging. I would prefer to leave behind a stone monument or even just a handprint in a cave but I haven’t figured out how to avoid the plastic.

I also don’t like emptying the toilet water (if we can still call it water…), but I wear gloves and breathe through my mouth. And as everyone says when they get fancy awards, every time I dump our excreta, I feel very humbled.