Hi multipod friends,
Last week I sent you guys an email about a big adventure I’d been on recently. I got so many responses that I decided to make my story public (well, more public) and publish it on the blog. If you enjoy what you read and would like to receive more personal updates and stories from me, be sure to sign up for the email list in the green box at the bottom. I tend to get a lot more personal in the emails than I do on the blog.
I hope you find this inspiring.
In preparation for my Northwest Quest, I drove all the way up to British Columbia last weekend, only to find that the trailer I had driven there to buy was in far poorer condition than I had been told. The fridge didn’t work, there was rust, it was incredibly disheartening.
In that moment, I could have said “fuck it, I drove all the way up here and transferred all this money into my Canadian bank account. I’ll just buy it and deal with the problems later.” We so like to avoid backtracking on things we’ve already invested time and money into. But sometimes jumping ship is the smartest option.
I told the seller I would need 90 minutes to think, and I parked myself at a Tim Horton’s. The first thing I did was track down another person I’d been in contact with. She was selling a Boler trailer, too, but we hadn’t spoken in a week and at the time she thought someone else was going to buy it. Who knows, maybe they hadn’t sold it, though I couldn’t imagine how that could be. It was one of the nicest trailers I’d seen, with a custom 50s-style paint job and an 8-track installed in the wall.
I dialed the number, my heart racing. Left a message explaining the situation. Told them I had about an hour to decide.
Then I waited. Waited.
30 minutes later they called me back. The trailer was still available! “If you decide to drive out here, we’ll give you some coffee and a meal. We’re in no rush to sell it, we just want it to go to a good home.”
I drove another 3.5 hours east to Kelowna, B.C. It was one of the most beautiful drives I’d ever done. I even drove under a rainbow.
This felt right.
Even though I lost my deposit on the other trailer, even though I didn’t know for sure that I would love this Boler, it felt right.
And it was. I loved the trailer. They let me camp in their driveway that night. They even drove me an hour to the border the following morning because there was a permit issue in Canada, and then they unhitched and hitched it to my car. They were/are the nicest people, and I couldn’t believe the generosity and kindness they showed me.
Here is my new home en route back to Portland:
And here it is in my friend’s backyard, where I’ll be living for the next couple months:
I’m excited and nervous to learn how to live in a small space. I know this would be challenging for anyone, let alone a multipotentialite, with my supplies and remnants of my various projects. But I have this feeling that “living tiny” will free up more mental space and actually make me better able at pursuing my various projects. It’s just a guess.
We shall see.
I’m curious what you think. Does this story remind you of any adventures you’ve had? Or do you have any tips for me related to tiny living?