I visited wal mart the other day for their 4th of july sale. i got a new water container that holds 7 gallons and a camping blanket that folds up into a purse. I also bought some plastic top material storage containers. These stand well in the van. I put my blankets sheets tarps and pillows in them. They can also be stacked to form a couch. I personally stand them up and they come down for easy opening along the wall of the van like giant garbage bags -:). They really expand storage as they are not rigid besides being cheaper and lighter. 


The 7 gallon jug increases the time between fill ups and is still light enough to carry. I plan to add a hand pump system and a small counter with sink and 1 burner removable propane stove. 

The Van

House living seems to feel like I am suffocating, stationary, stuck. In the van its like a cacoon, its mine, and it has wheels. Sure there are risks but so does a house have its risks. I own less and so have to reach out to achieve those things but after sleeping in a house last night, I remember how comfortable and more secure I feel in the van. Poem: I am not homeless, I simply choose: to live in a van, my home, my abode, that can go where I want to go, where my dreams can come true, where life makes sense, things are small, life is large, I am not homeless. I merely choose: a home on wheels, that can move, travel, a nomad on wheels, thats my van, the dreamer, the betsy, the minivan, the everything, I am not homeless, I just live in a van. I am self sufficient, reliant, safe, explorative, creative, and can design what I own as I choose. Its my home.  It changes scenery and landscape often, it gets tired, and we move. We move onward and upward. I am not homeless, just vanfull, my home on wheels.