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.
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!
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.