DoSedLiving said:

NEED MOOR DRUUGS

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truekimbo2 said:

My house is freezing.  I wish i could control the air temperature.

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Arden said:

I felt very similar after coming back from traveling in Belize, Nicaragua, and Costa Rica. I had been sleeping on the ground outside in mosquito nets listening to wild animals crash about, lying in my sweat, and waking up to the sun baking my skin like a turkey. It was a big shock at first, but once I adapted I felt so alive. It was beautiful.

I came back to civilization and found myself in perfectly controlled, sterile, mundane environments where the mind is forced into other reality tunnels somewhere other than here and now. And despite having everything in the whole world, I left smiling poverty in the wilderness to grumpy fucks in the city.

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destructo_low said:

I actually plan on getting a nice 28ft to 30ft rv to park on an acre I buy somewhere. It would be a cheap and comfy first house.

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MOTH said:

So for 4 months I lived in California in an RV, most of that time parked on the side of the street in a neighborhlood in San Diego called Ocean Beach.  I went to the ocean everyday...I could see and smell it anytime I wanted to.  I didn't have electricity or running water, so I just used little lights when it got dark, and collected water from water fountains and 25cent refill stations.  I went to a local gym everyday to take showers in a communal stall, or just swam in the ocean and used the beach showers.  It was hot in the summer so many nights I was hot and muggy/sweaty, while at evening in the fall sometimes it was too cold.

I frequented coffee shops and the library for internet, and my life revolved around making sure I was able to maintain battery life for my computer, my phone and my hand-held blender, and where the nearest public bathroom was while I was out walking around.  I walked everywhere; it was easier then driving.  Every 3 days we had to move the RV to a new place in the city, because since summer was over, the cops had started hassling people who slept on the street.  We found out that if you answer an officer at the door with shoes on, the cops can't accuse you of sleeping in your van/rv and make you leave.  In addition to the cops, it was a constant battle to keep the tweakers or other street folk from stealing your shit or taking advantage.  One desperate man tried to sell me "weed" that was actually just plain kitchen herbs.  He must have thought I was ignorant about high quality cannabis.  That stuff wasn't pot.  Many times at time I would get woken up by screaming and crazy drunk people.  Fun stuff happens when you are more exposed to street life.  Life is automatically more exciting. 

ANYWAY...so now I'm in an apartment.  I have running water and electricity, not to mention 2 bedrooms, a huge living room and bathroom.  I have constant internet at my fingertips; no more being subject to the fluctuating hours of public places for my Net use.  I have as much computer power as I want, all the time, or take a shower anytime I want.  My air is constantly any temperature I like.  I can't believe how huge this place is after living in an RV.  I feel like it's huge...I don't need this much space. And it's quiet ~ sometimes too quiet.  It's so quiet that the tiniest of noises disturb me, but when I was street-sleeping in the city, there was noise around me ALL the time.  I got used to it.  It lulled me...

I'm uneasy with this change.  I miss the RV street-sleeping lifestyle.  I miss having to "rough it."  I miss my survival system, the regular pattern I was in.  I miss feeling on the edge, and like I was living life with more simplicity and honesty. 

I don't know if I can take all this civilization crap. 

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JesusGoneRogue said:

MOTH said:

So for 4 months I lived in California in an RV, most of that time parked on the side of the street in a neighborhlood in San Diego called Ocean Beach.  I went to the ocean everyday...I could see and smell it anytime I wanted to.  I didn't have electricity or running water, so I just used little lights when it got dark, and collected water from water fountains and 25cent refill stations.  I went to a local gym everyday to take showers in a communal stall, or just swam in the ocean and used the beach showers.  It was hot in the summer so many nights I was hot and muggy/sweaty, while at evening in the fall sometimes it was too cold.

I frequented coffee shops and the library for internet, and my life revolved around making sure I was able to maintain battery life for my computer, my phone and my hand-held blender, and where the nearest public bathroom was while I was out walking around.  I walked everywhere; it was easier then driving.  Every 3 days we had to move the RV to a new place in the city, because since summer was over, the cops had started hassling people who slept on the street.  We found out that if you answer an officer at the door with shoes on, the cops can't accuse you of sleeping in your van/rv and make you leave.  In addition to the cops, it was a constant battle to keep the tweakers or other street folk from stealing your shit or taking advantage.  One desperate man tried to sell me "weed" that was actually just plain kitchen herbs.  He must have thought I was ignorant about high quality cannabis.  That stuff wasn't pot.  Many times at time I would get woken up by screaming and crazy drunk people.  Fun stuff happens when you are more exposed to street life.  Life is automatically more exciting. 

ANYWAY...so now I'm in an apartment.  I have running water and electricity, not to mention 2 bedrooms, a huge living room and bathroom.  I have constant internet at my fingertips; no more being subject to the fluctuating hours of public places for my Net use.  I have as much computer power as I want, all the time, or take a shower anytime I want.  My air is constantly any temperature I like.  I can't believe how huge this place is after living in an RV.  I feel like it's huge...I don't need this much space. And it's quiet ~ sometimes too quiet.  It's so quiet that the tiniest of noises disturb me, but when I was street-sleeping in the city, there was noise around me ALL the time.  I got used to it.  It lulled me...

I'm uneasy with this change.  I miss the RV street-sleeping lifestyle.  I miss having to "rough it."  I miss my survival system, the regular pattern I was in.  I miss feeling on the edge, and like I was living life with more simplicity and honesty. 

I don't know if I can take all this civilization crap. 

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i could get use to this lifestyle. only with more drugs. gotta have my weed.

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haha..

I had some of the most psychedelic, mind-blowing and amazing moments in that RV and the place around it, wherever we were. 

Besides, it's just really cool to get to move your house around with you everywhere you go.

1d10t3k said:

Aren't you moving to Puna/Big Island soonish?  You'll dig it in Puna if you are into the whole idea of roughing it.

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badchad said:

What prompted you to move back into an apartment?

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Todcasil said:

The change is hard to deal with, but I find that I just have to make my apartments/houses
more fun!  I turn my living space into conceptual art pieces, and that end up taking up a lot of
time that I could be bored.

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