VANAGON, VANAGON, VANAGON!!! I picked up a bright spark of obsession yesterday via the ship's temporary captain. The VW Vanagon. It's a sweet looking tiny home on wheels. Has a sink, refrigerator, and stove for a kitchen. A couple cabinets, a table with a sofa around it that turns into a large bed. Take your home with you, pay no rent, and it can be shipped from CA to New Zealand for $1500.
Envision a life of boat work punctuated with beautiful Vanagon adventures all over the world. Take home with you, cover land in a van and ocean by boat. Meet people, backpack, surf, snowboard, scuba, write for The Living Theory, and make a living working 6 months on a boat, the other six months spent anywhere, doing anything.
I was turned onto this idea by the captain, who rode the exact same cross country bicycle route as I in the Bikecentennial of 1976. It's amazing the people you meet on the water. There are people who think like me and amazingly, it seems they're all out here.
This is all too exciting. Life rocks and I think I'm narrowing in on a path I desire. Yay for holding out, as Steve Jobs said, “as with all matters of the heart, you'll know it when you find it.”