Moving into and RV park was not a difficult choice, considering I’d grown up traveling in a motorhome every summer since I was a toddler. Life on the road, sleeping in campgrounds, and being outside more than I was inside was a normal, comfortable thing.
As I graduated from high school, moved out on my own, and started renting apartments, my life quickly became a game of holding several jobs so I could afford to live inside a box, inside a bigger box, inside an even bigger box. As I moved to San Diego, California, apartment life and the rooms I rented got even smaller, smellier, and older compared to the new construction found in Las Vegas, Nevada.
Moving in general is an annoyance, yet I found myself packing up and heading to a new place literally ever 3 months, never being satisfied with roommates, locations, or rent price. The lack of quality apartments I lived in (nasty animals & moldy structures) contributed to the decline in my health and my unhappiness with how society is set up to live.
“I’m finally enjoying the piece of mind that comes with solo living.”
I’ve now moved into a gem of a RV park just outside of San Diego. For less than the price of any room I’ve ever rented in either city, I now have my own interior, patio space, and unobstructed view of trees and mountains. My breathing air is fresh and no longer tainted by cigarette smoke blowing in my window. My view is now of trees and mountains instead of buildings or busy streets. My kitchen space is always clean (or not!) and I’m no longer worried about passive aggressive notes left on the door or wondering if my roommates' dog is going to try and bite me today.
Living in a trailer, with less than 200 square feet, also has its downsides. I’ve gotten rid of most of my clothes and belongings, having to fit my wearables into 14 inches of hanging space and 2 drawers. It’s quite refreshing to minimize, and to know that exactly what you have now is exactly what you need. It seems I’ve also parked my new home on an anthill…but looking on the positive side, it only inspires an even cleaner, sugar free diet.
2 years and 8 moves later, I’m finally enjoying the piece of mind that comes with solo living. Sharing living spaces with others is definitely a growing experience, and necessary to truly find your character. I've found my healthy balance of living space, eating, and enjoying life.
Try everything once, and change things if they don’t work for you. Don’t be afraid to challenge the status quo and live the life you've imagine.