Life's a Bus

How big do these impulses get before I have to let my dreams come to life?

Sometimes life chooses which dream I pursue next. I can plan and manifest, I can set all kinds of intentions, but if I don't pay attention when life say it's time, how will I live out any of my dreams?

I had just spent a whirlwind weekend involving a 28 hour round-trip drive to NH to experience a winter climb of Mt. Washington. Still elated from the exhausting summit, I was driving to work and smashed my lovely Toyota Camry to pieces (not my fault, ok!). I was pretty heart broken; over 100,000 miles of adventures together and plans for double more, all shredded. Once I found out there was no saving her it was time to start looking for a new car.

"I want an van, and I want to live in it." What? I said that? I did, and I did it with a lot of conviction. It's a thought that's been kicking around my mind since college. 'Well', life said, 'go for it'. Thinking I should take the more "responsible" route, I considered using my insurance money to buy a nearly identical Camry, and the thought made me sick with dread. Actual fear. It took a couple conversations to understand that fear was screaming at me not to miss the opportunity life was so willingly giving to me, right now! Like, 'Are you stupid? Don't let this go?' So, I didn't.

I bought a bus. I saw my first craigslist add for a mini-buse and was attached. I went for a test drive and was infatuated. I made an offer, paid my cash money, and made my first "adult" purchase, and I was obsessed. Meet Russel, we call him Rus the Bus; 2002 Thomas Collins mini-bus.

The first adventure Rus and I will be having together is making this bus a home, one project at a time. So far my man power (dad), and I have removed all the seats and created an entire open space to design. Next up, insulation and flooring! Say posted for our progress, and if you need 7 two-person vinyl bus seats, check out my craigslist add.