Hey girl, I’m still here following you and thinking about you a lot. Especially as I get ready to start living in my car soon. Watching you go through things in life and especially family/friends type of situations have helped me feel less alone and depressed. I’m going through my own stuff with family and it really hurts my heart. Seeing a “friend” lol like you going through similar things really helps me. I’m an introvert but I’m also not…I love people, value relationships and community but I also need to have my lone life. If that makes sense? I hope to one day meet you as I travel and film my RU-vid videos but if not, I hope to learn more about how you deal with relationships, family, friendships etc. Maybe I could learn something or get some perspective. ❤ Blessings 😊
I love a soft bed. It’s like a cocoon Yours is the highest bed (9 inches of foam) I’ve seen. Thanks for showing that it’s possible to do! I love wet bags too!! Nothings says love like TP and clean underwear. Your cushions to level your bed is absolutely genius!!! That’s a first!
POLICE STATIONS are my URBAN go to in a pinch… Been “spotlit”, sleep in the bed of my Tacoma with my dog, “just me n my dog, out in the morning”. Never a problem, Cops actually think it’s funny… Safe!
This is a great and informative video. By our lovely Host. With the Most. And to reiterate here. Dry camping. In parking spaces. Can be a lot of fun. Especially when you find. Those very special parking spaces. That no one thinks exists. Because most of the signs tell you not to. But occasionally. Highway departments. Install the wrong signs. And then people don't look at them carefully. Except, Goofballs. Like myself. I love to read signs, carefully. And so? About 30 years ago. I picked up a once a month job in New York City. Shooting a TV show. And we would get up there at the crack of dawn. After driving all night. We would do the show all day. Until the sun went down. We would strike and pack up everything. Then go get some dinner at the Carnegie Deli. When they still existed. And after that. I would go get my Very Special. Overnight Camping Site. It was very special. The camp site I found. Was 7th Avenue South. Between 42nd and 43rd St. What we know as Times Square, New York City. Where there is No Parking Allowed. Except where this sign was posted. It was the wrong sign. And when I saw it. I knew I had hit Paydirt! Jackpot! I would pull my Chevy van right up there. Right in front of a drugstore and storefront pizza place. I would shut down the Chevy van. Put it in park. Turn off the lights. Now I could catch a nap. Before going out for dinner. 10 feet away from my car. But people would roll up behind me. Start honking. I would ignore them. They would get tired after a while. And go around. But then cops were coming up to my window. Knocking on my window. Telling me I can't park here. I asked why not? They told me to read the sign. I told them I did read the sign. It says I can park here. I wish I had a camera with me every time this happened. The expression of the cops was just, precious. Their mouths would fall open they would realize I was correct. The sun was wrong. But it was the sign that was posted. Telling me I could park after, 10 PM and until 6 AM. I could camp out in Times Square New York City. The only person on earth ever allowed to do so. Talk about off grid camping? I was in the middle of the grid! The gridiron? Something like that? I wasn't from New York City. I just thought that was terribly funny. And this went on for 8 years running. Every month I would be camping out in Times Square. Once a month. It was hilarious! But then there was that fateful day. When on the 9th month. My sign had a baby. It was the right sign. I could no longer camp out in Times Square, New York City. But I did so for 8 years running. It was so funny. All you have to do is look up and read the signs, carefully. Later I would go down into West Greenwich Village. Where you usually could find no parking spaces. I always found choice parking spaces also. Where people thought you could not park. No. You could definitely park. Until 8 AM. Where you would then be ticketed if you did not move. For street cleaning. As that was also no problem. As I would travel back to the Jacob Javits Convention Center. Where I was Attending the Audio Engineering Society, Conventions. And they had a parking lot directly across the street. It was $60 per day. Camping in New York City for $60 per day! Right across the street from the Jacob Javits Convention Center. What better parking could there be? And camping! This is Urban Camping. At the highest level. In the biggest city of, East Coast, USA. It was so much fun. I didn't need a Hotel. I had a Chevy van. With all the interior trimmings. A double bed. A killer sound system. What could be better? So yeah yeah yeah! This video is where it's at! But it can become a grind. Finding a new parking space every night. Unless you are traveling for fun. And that's where Truck Stops are the Best! And say total Microcosm of a City, Town, unto itself. Everything you need for everyday life is there. Grocery store. Convenience store. Clothing store. Electronics store. Game stop. Movie theater. Barbershop. Dr. office. Hotel. It's all there. I used to have fun with my diesel box truck. Nobody knew what was inside. It wasn't merchandise. It was like a Motorhome with no windows. And with a Killer Sound System. It was a Recording Studio. Control Room On Wheels. I had built. And called it the CROW. As an acronym. And at those Truck Stops. You can park your commercial truck. With all of the other truckers. And instead of paying the overnight fee. If you spend a certain amount of money. At their facilities. Your overnight camping is free. And a few hundred feet away. You have your bathrooms and your showers. Motorhomes, today. I am not certain of? I think it varies with the truck stop. And their, parking availability. It's first and foremost for the Truckers. Lord knows they deserve it. But my Monaco Motorhome. Is actually bigger than my diesel box truck. I think one must inquire at every truck stop. What is the provisions for Motorhome? As my Monaco, Knight. Ain't no truck. Ain't no, Tour Bus. It's most obviously a Motorhome. And I love it. It's a Diesel Pusher. And I can really no longer hear the engine.. Driving is quite quiet and relaxed. It's like a Cadillac on the wheelbase of a Shopping Center. And when you get to the campsite. It gets 3 hard ions. It's very exciting. As it grows in depth and girth. It's very exciting. Where was I? RemyRAD
My husband is dying of cancer. The only tiny glimmer of light in my future is knowing that I will be doing some van life one day soon. Trying to just distract myself from all the bad stuff I am dealing with right now. You caught my attention when you said Jacksonville. That's where I am. Then when you said read your bible & I was like, oh yes, subscribing... new friend, yay! Thanks for being there for me at a really dark moment. I am looking forward to the baby steps you are talking about. Totally relate with the GERD, too. Thanks for sharing your video. I just needed a human to relate to and listening to your life helped. Thanks for letting God use you. Washing the tear stains off my face now. I'll be okay. Ording UBER & going back to work. I can do this now. Thanks.
