Wreaking Havoc & Breakin’ Rules!

Let the temporary stay with the ‘Rents commence!!

Already I have wreaked havoc on their calm and orderly lives. Yay! Change and variety is good for them, I say. Keeps the blood moving and the mind churning. Heh.

Even though I only lived in this particular house for less than a year before I moved out, there’s still something very comforting about this place. I can’t really describe it. Maybe it’s just because this is where my parents live, and have lived for a little over half my life. It’s warm and familiar. And it’s just completely them. I guess that’s a great comfort all on it’s own.

But this time around, when I don’t really follow their rules (which has already happened and I’ve only been here less than a day!), they don’t get so bent out of shape. They say it’s up to me; I can basically make up my own mind.

Woah. It’s like I’m being recognized as an adult! The times. They are a’changing.

I do miss my roommates though. And their goofy dogs…

My puppy roommate, Valentine!

My ‘puppy’ roommate, Valentine!

It’ll definitely be an adjustment living here as opposed to the City. Although, I did stay with my parents for about a month when all this mess with my wife happened. But I barely remember that time, to be honest. I was in such a dark, horrible place back then and all the days blurred together. I am very happy to say that I am in a much better place now.  It’s not a perfect place, but it’s infinitely better then where my mind was dwelling before. The days aren’t so cold and I’m starting to see a really awesome and really bright future ahead of me. Particularly one involving the roaming of our vast country in my house-on-wheels while simultaneously documenting what mischief I can get myself into… all legal of course. ;)

But for now, the saving for my future RV and/or Tiny Home begins in earnest!!! I’ll try not to stress the parentals out too much while I’m at it. Scout’s Honor! (Does it even count if you’ve never been a scout of any sort?)

And I’d say so far so good for spending half a day here. Fixed up/rearranged my “new” room. Had a yummy home-cooked meal. Scared the crap out of Mama when I snuck up behind her in the dark living room where she was watching some overly dramatic singing competition… I’d say it’s been a pretty good day. :)

Let’s hope this trend continues for, oh, say, 4 months…


Makin’ the Big Move…

Nope.  Not that move.  A different move.  A move back in time, if you will.

Let me explain… In my quest to finance my future home-on-wheels in a timely manner that will appease my travel bug (i.e. as fast as f*ck), I am …brace yourselves… moving back in with my Parents.

Mom & Me

Me and Mama! Beautiful, isn’t she? =)

I know, I know.  Not exactly the ideal situation when you’re 38 and used to living without “adult supervision.”  I do realize just how lucky I am for being one of those that can actually give up their apartment (or rented room in my case) and have supportive parents willing to take them back in and help with this wild traveler’s dream.  I’m certainly not taking that or them for granted.  So, I will be paying them rent.  Just at a MUCH lower rate than my current rent (which I still think is a great deal for San Francisco since it included all utilities in a cool neighborhood).  But you know what?  The Parental Home will give me all utilities as well, PLUS home cooked meals AND most importantly, save me about $800-900/month.

$800 to $900 a month!?!?!  Damn skippy I’m moving back in with my parents!  Besides, Mama says it’ll be nice to have the company.  Dad’s apparently not much of a conversationalist.  Heh.

Mom is super excited about the possibility of me buying or building my own Tiny Home.  She’s as much a fan of the Fencl Tumbleweed Tiny House as I am!  The RV is equally appealing to her because evidently she shared her “wanderlust” gene with me.

So, can I realistically survive cohabitation with the Parentals again?  I think I can.  I hope I can.  I’ve thought a lot about this.  We all agree that it is a temporary move.  A.  Temporary.  Move.  And I need to keep telling myself that it is a TEMPORARY move.  For all our sakes. ;)

So at the first of the month, I will pack my film/video equipment and what little clothing I have and move back in with the ‘Rents, into their converted garage, in San Leandro.  San. Leandro.  Which is SO not San Francisco.  What the heck is there to do in San Leandro?  Hell if I know.  But I guess that’s the point, isn’t it?  Should be easier to save money because there’s really not much to do in that particular city.  Although, I am looking forward to riding my bike again.  Pretty flat land over there on the other side of the “ocean” so there will be much riding to be done!  I currently live in Potrero Hill.  The very TOP of Potrero Hill where riding your bike isn’t a particularly attractive option.  It only took me a month to develop a rather impressive ass of steel!

So, what am I going to use as a reminder that all will be well and that there is an end goal in sight?  This oh so loverly picture of the interior of my potential future RV!  So pretty!  Oooo and Aaahhh with me people!

2012 Sprinter Citation 24SA

Sprinter Citation 24SA
Tis the Dream!

Of course, if I do go the RV route, then I’ll definitely be getting one that is at least a year or two older than this one.  But it will be awesome and beautiful and amazing nonetheless!

I’m really going to miss living in SF.  I’m going to miss my roommates and their goofy dogs.  I’m going to miss all the different  and delicious restaurants outside my door.  But I’m damn excited about what’s coming.

This time next week, I will have taken my first steps towards mobile freedom.