“I can, with one eye squinted, take it all as a blessing.”
“But the world, in its present state, is no place for princesses.”
~Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog
I’m here to explore what kind of work and lifestyle choices can help me to wrestle this beast of an economy to the ground. It ain’t always pretty.
For the past six months, I have been living in a borrowed RV trailer on a two-acre plot of Old Vine Zinfandel vines in Sonoma. It’s not the first trailer that I’ve lived in, and who knows? It might not be the last. This is a means to an end–a strategy intended to buck the heinous Recession Era rental system, and help me squirrel away cash in hopes of someday owning my own place.
Until that happens, I am living in a gypsy wagon–and if you call it “glamping”, I might sock you.
Glen Ellen, California. Site of my fabled gypsy wagon.
I am familiar with the term, however: Five years ago, I moved into in a sleek little silver bullet of a trailer on several scenic, manicured acres in West Sonoma County. With a marriage on the rocks and struggling freelance business Continue reading