One of Those Days

As most of my loyal readers know, I usually love being a free-sleeper.  I love not having to stress out about paying rent every month.  I love not having to clean and maintain a bunch of STUFF.  Most importantly, I love not having to work for a mindless, soulless corporation til I die, just so  BANKSTERs can get very, very rich off my mortgage payment.

There are days, however, that I long for a place of my own.  Last night the power steering on my van went out.  My boyfriend, bless his soul, is fixing it in the parking lot of an auto parts store as we speak.  That is, he is fixing it there, unless someone calls the cops and kicks him out of there.

I am staying warm at a local fast food joint that has Wi-Fi.  It is pretty comfortable but it’s not home.  I have to listen to THEIR music, eat their food rather than cooking my own healthy meal and they keep the temperature about 10 degrees cooler than I am comfortable with.  I AM grateful to have shelter but it would be cozier in my own home.

I visualize myself lying in front of a roaring fireplace on a fur rug.  I can use my clean restroom without having to pack up my laptop and take it with me so no one can steal it.  I can eat food from my own kitchen and I know that it was prepared by someone with clean hands.    I can have silence…something I appreciate more and more as I get older.  I can hang out with my boyfriend there…away from prying eyes.

Ah well.  On a brighter note, I am typing this from a new laptop.  It’s a beautiful new HP…last year’s model.  My boyfriend bought it for me for under $400 and it works very, very well.  Aren’t I lucky?

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About Maureen, Living in a Van

I'm a free-sleeper living in a van in the prettiest part of the world. I do this partly due to financial circumstances and partly because I love a good adventure.
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2 Responses to One of Those Days

  1. Ryu says:

    Sorry, I refuse to use facebook. I imagine that you must be approaching a zen-like state. You’re nearly always in public, hearing that music, eating their food. You must have a little world inside your head to retreat to.

    • Maureen says:

      Zen-like naw….not really. Sometimes I feel pretty angry about the way things are going in the world. Then I just get grateful for the little things like hot coffee, a warm sleeping bag, etc.

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