Back to Babylon

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