Natasha Lawyer - Tin Can Homestead: The Art of Airstream Living

O ur journey to tiny living began with a text. My husband Brett was driving to work, or rather, stopping for coffee and dreading arriving at work. While waiting for his order, he sent me a message, what if we took a year off to travel?

He told me later that this was prompted by a documentary he had recently seen, in which a rich and successful surgeon, who was suffering from depression and feelings of deep unhappiness, sold everything he owned in favor of buying a condo on a beach. After the surgeon quit his job and moved, he chose to spend his days in-line skating up and down the pier and was happier than he had ever been. In changing his life in such a drastic manner, the surgeon had shirked conventional ideas about what should make someone happy and successful. At that time, Brett was feeling stir-crazy and stuck in the day-to-day mundaneseeing that documentary only exacerbated his feelings. So, when he sent his text about quitting our jobs and traveling, he expected my answer to be something along the lines of, yeah that would be nice, with what money? Instead, I texted back, what if we bought a van and lived in it?

We both share a love of travel, so when I received Bretts text, I was game for that part of things. But, when I got to thinking about how we could make it happen from a practical standpoint, I realized that paying for a place to stay is always the most expensive part of travel. But, if we brought a place to stay along with us, we could make it work.

Three months later we were the proud owners of an orange vintage 1978 Volkswagen van that we dubbed Wes Vanderson. (Brett said it looked like a prop from a Wes Anderson movie when he found the advertisement for it; I came up with the name.) Ever the romantic, if I was going to spend six months living in a van, I was going to do it in classic Americana style.

We spent the next six months saving for time off and converting the van from a transporter to a camper van. Once it was finished, we took six months off, heading north from Seattle up through the west coast of Canada and across the entire country to Newfoundlandthe easternmost tip of North Americathen back down in a meandering crisscross all over the United States. We drove and hiked and read and explored and met people from all over. Many of those friends were acquired online, through our newly discovered community of van lifers on Instagram. We connected with people living in vans and recreational vehicles of all types, and as our trip began winding down, we started thinking about what our return home would look like. We had left Seattle at the beginning of the summer, handing back the keys to our apartment and putting everything we owned into a wooden storage pod. We couldnt afford to travel forever and we couldnt afford to buy the cabin we had dreamed of settling into one day, so where did that leave us? We were heading back to a wood crate filled with belongings we didnt miss in a city we couldnt afford.