The last four years I have been living either in hotel rooms, a campervan or a caravan. I quickly adapted to this semi nomadic way of life. For the most part I found it enjoyable if not a little challenging at times.
It was difficult to explain to others why I had chosen this lifestyle. It was difficult to explain to myself.
And now I have purchased an apartment. There was a big doubt in my mind about it. I never thought a bank would lend me such a great amount of money. I gave them my bank statements and my pay slips. They took these documents away and came to a positive decision.
As simple as that - within a couple of months I had became a home owner.
The keys were handed over and there I was in a 3 bedroom flat with a corridor view of the sea and a balcony and a courtyard. I had no furniture, no cooker and no beds. I would need to get some shopping in quickly.
Around this time a Zimbabwian princess of the past parked her car in front of the flat. She took my hand and together we went shopping. So many things to purchase - large and small. A kettle and a microwave - some saucepans and some plates.
My sister came to visit and there would be more shopping - a television, a washing machine, a cooker and all those little things that make a home what it is. The Zimbabwian lady gave me her big bed and so there was no need to sleep on a carpet.
And to reverse the process - from nomad to house dweller has been a very interesting experience. All this extra space. I found myself wondering what to do with it all. Pacing from room to room I would contemplate a design for each. A repaint in this room and desk in that room. I hired a man with talent with the hands, the brush and the hammer. He painted some rooms and installed a hand rail or two - a bracket for a television and a door bell on a gate. There is still much to do but it is beginning to look good indeed.
I can't quite get used to the amount of water I can use. The caravan life is about making your water tank last as long as possible. Now it is endless. It seems too easy and rather wasteful - but it is nice to shower for more than a few minutes.
The nights are too warm. I have to leave the windows open. I will overheat otherwise.
And I seemed to have been full of static electricity for a few weeks. I would get shocks when I touched an appliance. I suspect this was due to a change in the humidity level. The caravan, being of wood and surrounded by grass will have had a higher level of humidity.
So has this blog reached its end? Is my nomadic life really over? I doubt it. I am looking forward to the next campervan purchase. There will be more travel and adventure. The blog shall continue.
Peace to All
