The deal is done. Lucy the Van is moving to Montana, and will be home to a young woman who plans to spend some time as a full time van lifer, and then who knows what her next will be. Thanks to Van Life Trader, a website that worked really well for selling in this niche market.
I’m very happy that Lucy is going to get used and that her new owner is excited, ready and able to hit the road. At the same time, I’m really sad that van life and travel is a part of my dream that is on hold for now. On one level, I completely understand the circumstances (BA’s health, difficulties with travel and being on her own at home for extended times is just not going to work). There’s a lot of acceptance on my part that this is how it is.
And the grief is real. I love to travel, and my hope for retirement was to be a traveler, not a tourist, exploring the world. My fantasy was to spend at least 6 months of each year traveling, sometimes in the van, cruising North America, exploring places I’d never seen or only touched upon superficially. No schedule, no itinerary, simply going from place to place and seeing what happened. The other part of this equation is international travel, again, exploring in depth, allowing myself the time and space to learn different parts of this amazing planet of ours. And, at least for now, the pause button is firmly engaged.
I’ve longed to travel most of my life. We did travel with my family when I was a child, although as an introverted eldest child of four, the crowd and noise of family trips, whether in a car or tent or single motel room for the six of us was hard on my nervous system. My preference is to take my time and not be beholden to others schedules. Over the years, BA and I have done a number of trips, generally on our own domestically and with small groups internationally. They’ve all been interesting and useful, and its become more clear to me that my preference is for increased independence of itinerary, perhaps joining groups from time to time for the educational and access components of a journey, and at other times, exploring on my own. Slow Travel, please.
For now, it’s really slow travel, departure times TPD. Yet another reminder that I personally am in charge of very little, and mostly of how it respond. Interesting emotional surfing for me, and not the journey I’d imagined.
Safe travels to Lucy and her new people, and interesting travels to us all.