Change Is Good, Right?

Change Is In The Making

Sitting out my Saturn transits – and lucky me had two weird ones in a row! – I wondered if I was ever going to be able to break out and be me again in this lifetime. My life had become a constant search for lunch money, job rejections, and trying to maintain my sanity. There was no travel. No art. My creativity existed mostly in my mind and at the very most, on my laptop and in a sketchbook that I carry around with me. I felt like the universe was stripping me down to the barest of human essentials. For better or worse, I have spent the last five or six years or so stripping myself down to become the purest form of me.

A year ago on my birthday, I proclaimed that I wanted to spend the next decade traveling. I spent the whole following year visualizing it and on my latest birthday I found the means to make those first steps happen.

I knew that a shift was on the horizon. Over the past six months or so, there was a feeling in the air that only I could feel. I would tell people that I felt the change, the shift, like static. Sometimes I felt like I was getting bumped into the future, even though the future wasn’t quite ready for me yet. No one believed me. I started telling my friends earlier in the year that I would be making some changes – getting a new van, traveling some more, making more of my own work – and they would shake their heads and play along.

I knew it was coming.

When the shift arrived, even though I was prepared for it, it was overwhelming. It still is, but I’m getting used to it.

Uranus moved into Taurus on May 15, where it will stay until my birthday in 2026. That may mean nothing to you. Uranus transits usually mean nothing to most people, especially to those who think that astrology is just a bunch of hooey. But I’ve been waiting my whole life for this one. This transit signifies a freeing up of sorts, it’s a change maker for folks like me.

Where I have been stuck, I am now free. At least somewhat.

The first thing that happened after May 15th was my purchase of a new van. I love my little blue Escape Pod, but she can no longer take me where I need to go. She needs more work and restoration than I can afford right now, and it was less expensive to just go ahead and purchase a new machine. So I did.

I’m currently outfitting the as of yet unnamed monster van into a living space. All the neighbors have been around to peer in on my progress. I’m becoming less overwhelmed with the project and feeling more creative with the possibilities of what the future might hold.

Questions Questions

It’s late November and the temperatures are starting to drop under fifty degrees during the night. I’m starting to get this question from friends and strangers alike, “Are you warm enough in there?”

Here is my answer:

Let us know in the comments what you do to stay warm while living the vanlife!

Should I make more videos? What are you interested in hearing about?


Final For Now Stage

It’s not perfect. Yet. Not by any means. But it took me three weeks to get to this stage.

Because of my current parking situation, it’s not easy to clean the pod. Not easy at all. Because I want to be low-key and not bring attention to my living situation, I pretty much have been putting up with not being able to have a weekly clean. For years. The last time I cleaned the pod thoroughly … I’m embarrassed to say. Especially since I am a cleanaholic when I’m mobile – or – when I have a house to live in.

One of my neighbors went away for the month of July and gave me their house for the month. It gave me a great opportunity to strip the inside of the pod and clean – as much as was possible, given that the sliding door does not open.

Anyway. How exciting!

This past winter the rain really did a number on the pod. I had no idea that my window seals are (still) in need of replacement until the water started pouring in. There were puddles. Actual puddles. Curtains got moldy. Wildlife was rampant. Everything was damp, even though I had at least had the foresight to store everything in plastic bags given the winter forecast in Northern California.

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The Escape Pod Has Most Of Its Original Swag

The Escape Pod has most of its original swag ...

One of the beautiful things about The Escape Pod is that she came with a lot of her original bits. When I bought her, she was already twenty-five years old. Now, she’s forty-five. I do my best at keeping her together.

In 1996 I had just started my career in tech and I was on the lookout for a new VW Bus for the specific purpose of traveling and living in it. I knew that I wanted a 1971 – it was an epic year for the microbus. As I searched, I kept finding what I call “Boy Buses”, but maybe a better name for them would be “Beater Buses” – those VW buses that have seen better days, ones with a few dents, some weatherization (ie: rust), and more than a few missing parts. I was looking for a pretty “Girl Bus” … I’m usually not so gender specific about objects, but somehow it made sense when it came to this.

I perused the papers – the East Bay Express and Auto Trader – craigslist was a thing back then but it was more of a social email list on which craig posted his dumpster finds and party invitations were sent out to the entire group. I called about every 1971 VW bus I could find listed in the papers and saw quite a few. It wasn’t until I saw what I would call The Escape Pod drive up that I knew I had found my girl.

I spent quite some time visualizing my new to me 1971 VW Bus. It was blue, and clean, and cute, and together. It would run well. It would take me places – like car camping in Big Sur, or down to my favorite West Coast home town, San Luis Obispo, or off to visit friends around the state. I had a perfect picture of her in my mind and I just knew she would show up.

I found an ad in the Auto Trader … Calling about The Escape Pod, the phone was picked up by an older man. We talked for awhile about the van and made arrangements to meet in Kensington Circle. I took the bus from Oakland and hung out to wait for Mr. Been. When he drove up my jaw dropped. The bus was perfect, well as perfect as a twenty-five year old bus could be in 1996. Mr. Been sat behind the wheel, a little Fedora on his head. The windows were open and the in dash stereo was blaring Vivaldi.

It took me a moment to get my bearings. This was the bus that I had visualized! She sounded great all the way around – both musically and the engine. She was also really clean, although sure, there were a few noticeable spots that needed work. And she was blue! I hopped into the passenger seat and Mr. Been took off. As he drove, he told me about the van’s history. He was the original owner – he and his wife were about 88-years old at the time. The van was bought in California, but had been driven across country at least twice, to and from Washington DC where it lived for a few years. He told me about the original bits – almost everything in the van was original from the headliner to the seats and all the knobbies. The one thing he had replaced was the rear window, to install one with the radio antenna wires embedded in it. Recently though, he had the bus parked under a redwood tree in his yard and it hadn’t been driven for about ten years.

We drove up to his house as he wanted me to meet Mrs. Been. She welcomed me in and we started talking buses right away. They hadn’t been able to drive the bus for quite a while and their asking price was two-grand.

They let me take it for a test drive and they also let me take it to the mechanic to get a look over. The mechanic found a few little things and one or two big things, but all in all she was sound. When I came back to Mr. and Mrs. Been with the news – that it would take about a grand to get her into tip top running order, they didn’t believe me. I offered them a grand but they turned me down.

Oh well, I thought. I walked away. Sadly, but what can one do? I only had two grand at the time …

About two weeks later I got the urge to call them back to see if they had any other buyers come to look at the bus. They were so happy to hear from me. There was one potential buyer that had come up from Santa Cruz. But Mrs. Been said he didn’t “feel right”. During that aloof time, they had also had their own mechanic check out the bus and their mechanic gave them the same recommendation – about a thousand dollars worth of work. They, right there on the spot, offered to sell it me for nine-hundred dollars. “But I offered you a thousand?!”, I said. “No, no, we want to give it to you for nine-hundred, and that’s final!”.


We made arrangements for me to come over to the house the next day to give them a bank check and for me to pick up the Vdub. As we sat in their kitchen at the table, I told them the story of how I found them, of how I visualized the bus, and how their bus was the one in my mind for quite some time, and that I knew as soon as Mr. Been drove up that day in Kensington Circle that I had found my new home.

Mrs. Been chuckled, and I asked her what was so funny … She said, “I recognized you the minute you walked through the door the first time. I knew the bus was yours too!”

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The engine in the pod, when I bought it, was the last engine built by the famous Berkeleyite Karl Hudson of RVEECO fame. It had an external oil cooler, which really kept the engine running nicely for years. For the first ten years of driving the pod, after the initial fixes, I only ever had to do the 3,000 mile tune ups and I drove her everywhere. One day though, the compression dropped and I had to do another rebuild. It hasn’t run the same since.

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