Getting Settled

I no longer have a home.  Well, maybe, I now have two homes.  One is the truck camper and the second is my boat.  I see the truck’s back seat and passenger side footwell as my storage sheds.

Even with only a small percentage of my stuff I am feeling , strangely, like I’ve over-packed.  I’m thinking this is really my reaction to having so little space and feel cluttered.

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My homes.

The transition to ‘tiny living’ or ‘going small’ will require me to look at what I have and what I actually use.  The items not used will need to be justified or they will need to go to someone else – I don’t have the space! NO CLUTTER!!

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The big empty

My apartment is now empty. I no longer live there.

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My living room library before packing began.
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All empty …

The next stage of this so-called life has started.

Two boxes

Moving just sucks.  I have to do it so my goal until the final push just prior to my becoming homeless, though I kinda will be moving into two homes: my truck camper and my sailboat, is to pack two boxes every day.

wall of books

As part of that packing I’m finding things to gift to friends and donate to charity.  Besides a good quantity of clothing, bed linens and electronics I’ve shrunk my personal library by 300+ books (still have close to 900).

My slow packing means I’m organizing things and logging each box’s contents into a spreadsheet so, if needed, I can find something prior to being into another place.  Almost all of my stuff will be stored as my near-term combined living space will be a generous 161 sq. ft. – boat is 17′ x 7′ and camper is 6′ x 7′ (not including the camper’s bed as it can’t be used for storage when the roof is down).

 

 

 

With all things being stored if I don’t ‘miss the stuff’ after this spring/summer/fall another ‘purge’ will happen when/if I move into another home/apartment/cave.

I’m free range

I began playing on my own outside my house when I was five years old.  I could walk to kindergarten on my own.  I rode my bike on residential streets.  I played in the woods.  My parents didn’t ‘helicopter’ and let me explore the world.

https://www.npr.org/player/embed/598630200/598630201

If you would rather read the story –

https://www.npr.org/2018/04/01/598630200/utah-passes-free-range-parenting-law

That such a law needs to be passed and that people live in such fear and have such little understand about how kids effectively develop into functional adults is one more sad statement on the US social structure.  ‘We’ live in fear of everything and everyone.