A fear years ago while watching the movie “Leap Year,” there was a specific lesson that grabbed my heart. The lesson was, if you could grab anything in 60 seconds in the case of a fire, what would it be? Would you grab material possessions such as laptops, car keys, money? Or would you grab the person you love, pets, photos, etc.? What would you grab? Well, this lesson still has stuck with me until this very day. It got me pondering what the more important things in life are.
This morning I watched a Facebook video about how we sacrifice our health by working so much for the sake of wealth. This video pointed out that not enough people follow their passion and feel like they have to fit in their passions only in their small amount of free time. I’ve done this, and so have millions of people each day. I’ve worked the dreaded jobs that make me feel trapped in a prison and disable my creativity. Ever since I could remember, I have struggled with high amounts of the anxiety that push me to the limit. This anxiety in a workplace is limiting and frustrating. It can really do a number on your health and happiness. I think most people in society today can relate to this. I’ve put together a few reasons why working full-time may not be meant for me.
Stealth camping is a commonly known practice among the van life community and helps promote a rent-free lifestyle. What is stealth camping? According to StealthCamping.net, “Stealth Camping is the act of sleeping in non-conventional areas without trace or discovery…Though it may sound illegal, stealth camping, by definition, does not imply an illegal activity. Instead, stealth campers take advantage of free or extremely low-cost sleeping areas where other campers never think to stay. Proper stealth camping is an art and requires forethought, consideration of the property owner, and safety consciousness in order to keep it legal, safe, and comfortable.”
As humans, we overcome obstacles that we have to push through even when they get to the breaking point. When they get to a breaking point, it can be very easy to just throw your hands up and surrender. As a travel blogger, I have faced many obstacles and different encounters that have strengthened me as a person. When you travel, it opens up your world to new things and new situations. Well, how about when you’re told you can’t travel? Well, this is where my breaking point is. Recently, I travelled up here to the Pacific Northwest in my van and encountered some obstacles as soon as I arrived. These obstacles were issues with my van and the amount of money I had to live on. When you are a fulltime blogger, there is never a steady flow of income or what you can expect. This is a sporadic process that gives you more some months or less than others. I had to think quick, and that was to start job searching. Only 8 months ago did I quit my 9-5, and now I am hoping right back into that train.
In the van life community, having a companion with you is something that is relatively common. Having a furry friend on those lonely nights can be a comfort to most who have them. If you look at the ratio of van companions, most of them tend to be dogs for security and a best friend. What about having a cat? Well, that is something that is less seen.
When it comes to the blogging community, there are thousands of bloggers all over the world. Each blogger has their unique voice, style, and persona that they want to share with their world. When starting a blog, it can be an overwhelming experience because you are afraid what people will think of you and how they will perceive you. This is a common fear among most new bloggers even including those bloggers who have been around for a while. For those who are lucky enough to find the diverse blogging community on social media, here are some things that can help you find your place in the world of blogging.
Part of me has always been a little lost wherever I went.
Even if I’m physically within the familiar, my head is always elsewhere. Am I the only one that feels like this? Like something far away is always better and there’s always something more to go out and experience and learn?
Anyhow, my inner hippie and travel-junkie goes out to April, the lovely writer of Traveling Wanderer.
With the story I am sharing with you, this quote will come alive and show how I found out how capable I was through a solo travel experience gone wrong. When it comes to travelling alone, it can be scary, especially when you suffer from anxiety. When I travel, I tend to worry about the littlest things that could go wrong. Its unfortunate, but it’s how I am. Chaos always seems to follow me in life, so of course, I try to make sure that things go as smoothly as possible when it comes to travel.
Across the world, thousands of people are joining the #vanlife movement. They are ditching their lives of high rent and mortgages to enjoy life on wheels. When it comes to each situation, every person is unique in that their #vanlife experience is different and how they choose to live it. Some people wish to do weekend adventures, adventures over a certain amount of life, or some people commit to fulltime van living. Personally, I am one of those people who permanently ditched a high rent apartment to live in my 1990 Chevy G-20. If you are new to my blog, you can see past #vanlife articles that I have written about my experiences and the van build out.
There are many different ways to celebrate a wedding anniversary. Some couples will plan a tropical vacation, planning on sitting on the beach, drinks in hand, enjoying the sunshine. Others will opt to spend their time together in a much more low-key wait, planning a fancy dinner or ordering in to curl up together in front of the fireplace, snuggling up with their spouse.
My husband and I, however, decided to mark our first anniversary in a very different way – We climbed Mount Kilimanjaro!
The best thing about the holiday season in Europe is all the German Christmas Markets. I’m from America, so this wasn’t something I was very familiar with when I studied abroad. Every city, big and small, seems to have some type of Christmas market. I studied in Reading, England, but naturally, I made my way to lots of different destinations throughout November and December.