I merely want options. If I want to stay for an evening at the beach, on a whim, I want to be able to do that. But I don't want to have to pay for an expensive hotel, or take the time to scrounge through the garage for my dirty tent that I crammed in the corner under the smelly ice chest and lounge chairs. I don't want to have to pack my clothes, get my things in order and plan to be back the next day at a certain time. It's all just too much to deal with after a long day at work.
What I do like is to wander into downtown for an evening with good friends, food and drink -- a simple pleasure. What I don't like is commuting miles back home to sleep for six hours, only to turn right around and slog through mind-numbing traffic back to the exact place I left just a few hours prior, thereby incinerating another large chunk of my life. It's really exhausting.
My dilemma: I love my job. I love California - the ocean, the mountains, the weather. And, I really don't want to leave.
So, I started fantasizing about what a house and a home really means. I know those who live on boats in the marina. Okay, so obviously one can get by with very little. A lot of people do it. I get the whole concept of living on the water and watching the sunset on the ocean. I get the peacefulness of it all. But, while appreciating the efficient use of space, I can't appreciate the fact that a boat can't move me any closer to work. It can only meander further away from where my daily life is. The commute time would still suck, and I'd get to come home every day to a film of cold moisture that saturates everything in sight -- not interested.
I've read plenty about those who live in buses and motor-homes - vehicles that are just too big to drive around and park in a city. And, I've seen those dumpy rust buckets all over town that are indeed small enough to drive around but which are owned by transients who don't have two pennies to scrape together. Now, I'm sure there are those who have been dealt a bad hand in life and I feel for them. But I can't change the world all by myself, and the people who live in those urban eyesores are part of a group that I wish not to be associated with. And, they're definitely a target of law enforcement. All compassion aside, I surely don't want to embarrass my girlfriend. She'd run for the hills.
My solution: A vehicle that can disappear in the city while parked, yet provide me with everything I need along with a design sense that I can live with and be proud of. I want a work truck exterior and a luxury studio interior. Sound good so far?