Uni has really got me very prepared for just about anything at this point. The sheer flurry of activity that constitutes each semester has proven to me I can handle a fast-paced environment full of pressure and deadlines. Especially this year, having instituted trimesters, each subject is several weeks shorter in length than it used to be, and that’s really compressed the assignment time. It hasn’t been easy, but so far I haven’t failed.
Having said all that, I am looking forward to completing the course so I can have a moment to relax. It takes a toll, you know?
I don’t think I’ve mentioned it in this blog yet but I had to give up on the caravan, for a number of reasons. The main reason was that I was unable to keep it on the land I was renting for it, and there was nowhere else I could put it. The other main reason was that I was just out of money. I’m back in with the parents until I can get back on my feet financially.
So, my caravan-to-be will be needing certain essential supplies before I can actually live in it. I have to think of my basic needs first and foremost, then lesser needs, then even lesser, and finally luxury.
Note: this assumes the caravan I purchase has a basic kitchen sink with faucet.
This is stuff like food, bed, toilet, shower. Obviously, I have a bed, so that’s covered. Worst comes to worst, I can eat uncooked ramen noodles, have sponge baths and poop in a bucket, but obviously, none of that is ideal.
Food – Mum has a portable hot plate I can use, so I can at least cook the ramen. There are two fridges at my family’s onsite caravan, so I will probably be able to borrow the smaller of them for a bit. Obviously, that covers the biggest problems. I can deal with not having an oven for a while if I need to. Toasters are really cheap, and I have a Tefal Quick Cup which I got some years ago in my youthful wealth.
Shower: At the cheap end, I can get a budget camp shower. But, since I’ll already be needing a hot water heater for the kitchen sink, I’m half way there.
Toilet: You can get real cheap camping loos, and cassette toilets are the next step up, though they cost a few hundred. I could also go DIY and chuck a seat over a bucket.. but it all depends on the sewage system on the land I will occupy.
The small things: drinking water hose to pump water in, and long electrical cord for power are going to be essentials. I’ll also need a decent tool set, for the many fixes I may need to make.
Lesser Needs Lesser needs are things I will still want before I move out of here, due to convenience or what have you.
Oven or convection oven – for obvious reasons.
Computer with internet – because I can’t do without it. I have a laptop and desktop PC, both of which I use profusely. My TV is connected to the PC, which has 2 further monitors attached. I aim to build in the computer to the caravan, using brackets.
Table and chairs – Whatever may be built into the caravan is something I would like to remove in favour of something that takes up less space. I have a gateleg folding table from Ikea, and I’ll have to pick up some inexpensive folding chairs to go along with it. I have a desk chair, also.
Washing machine – you can buy reeeeaaallly basic washing machines, with hand cranks. The next step up is a travel washing machine, which looks pretty flimsy, but hopefully it will be adequate.
Some kind of annexe – Something that will give me a little extra space so I can definitely fit in my basics, and some privacy because the annexe would be where I’d put my bathroom area.
Iron & ironing board – for those times when I want to look less poor than I am
A couple of lamps, so I can see what I’m doing in the annexe
Even Lesser Needs These are things I can save up for and buy after I’ve moved in.
Compact Dishwasher – because I hate washing up.
Other cooking appliances, if I find myself wishing I had them.
Own fridge – because I’ll be borrowing one
Air conditioner, if the caravan is subject to the elements too much. Otherwise, it can be put in with the luxury items.
Dustbuster / small vacuum
This’ll be stuff I only get if my financial situation is looking good.
Brand spanking new kitchen and other fittings, goodbye crummy old stuff
Fancier greywater systems
Air purifier, to help my allergies
Fancier shower recess
Kit out the van with full surround sound – I am a filmmaker, after all.
So basically, I will invest in the van slowly over time, while simultaneously paying off my debts bit by bit. Both are important – one for comfort, the other for general freedom from the chains of debt.
Hopefully if I can stick to this plan, I can have a fully kitted out caravan within 2 years. I can’t say how long I will need to live in the van, nor can I say whether or not I will pay off my debts by then, because I don’t know what my future job outlook is. With a bit of luck, things will work out and I may be looking at plots of land in five years.
I worry about a lot of things a lot of the time; it’s one of the things about anxiety. But this is a deep, gut worry, that only comes when I’m uncertain about my future. I’d say it’s pretty close to fear, really. Fear of things changing.
Since my previous post, a lot of people have talked to me. I’ve talked to a lot of people. There was a lot of talking all around.
During those talks, tiny concerns were pushed into my brain, wiggling their way in like worms. Would I get someone to let me rent their land? Could I really use a composting toilet? What if I’m no good at renovating? Do I really want to give up this cushy life at home?
Those concerns congealed in my gut to become fear.
But here’s the thing. I’m a freakin’ adult. I may be the youngest of four, but I’m nearly 30 years old. I’ve done so many things in the past ten years that I didn’t think I’d have the guts to do, but I did them, and sometimes they failed, sometimes they worked out. It’s worth a shot, because if I do succeed, I’ll find myself in a good, secure position, with a roof over my head and a decent financial situation. If I fail, I’ll merely end up back where I am now. So what do I have to lose?
I’ve posted an ad on Gumtree to advertise my wish to rent some land for a caravan. I don’t know if anyone will even read it, but what the hey.
ThePinterestboards I’ve made are extensive, so if anyone has the web resources to pull this off, it’s me.
Living below the poverty line these past three years have taught me a thing or two. I’ve been forced to learn some lessons, while others have come after reflection on my woeful situation.
LESSON ONE: Debt is cancerous
A month before my last fulltime job went away, I purchased a car on my credit card. That debt has not gone away, 3 years down the track. The interest, combined with the auto insurance and various other bills, is stopping me from paying off anything, since I’m only getting welfare while I study. So I’ve spent all of my time since being gainfully employed with a huge added burden. I could have sold the car, but that would have only been a temporary fix. I have needed a car many, many times these past years. The only safety net I have is living here with my parents. But they still charge board.
LESSON TWO: Apparently, nobody gives a moderately educated mid-twenties gal a job.
This one was a surprise, but in retrospect I understand it – despite it making me quite angry.
Turns out over-qualification is a real thing. And I have it. Plus, low-skill jobs always overlook the adults for the fresher faces that cost less, regardless of their work calibre.
It also turns out that I’m either under-qualified or under-experienced for the jobs on my career path. This one I’ve been working really hard to overcome, but so far it’s been no good. This is why I’ve been looking into getting a Masters degree after my Advanced Diploma: like our favourite treasurer, Joe Hockey, says: “Earn or Learn” – and earning is evading me continuously.
LESSON THREE: Wollongong is good and bad for being unemployed
Jobs? What jobs?
But at least the housing is… almost affordable.
LESSON FOUR: You have to get creative in how to survive on very little, while still investing in your future… somehow
A wealthy person may well stick their nose up at the fact I am frequently buying parts or accessories for my computer, or buying coffee while I am out and about.
Okay, I can’t justify the coffee except that I NEED IT FOREVER… but, as for the computer equipment: I can’t just sit by and watch my computer succumb to age and obsolescence. For someone like me, whose very future depends on her ability to use the latest design and video software, how am I supposed to work on a core duo processor and 2 gigs of RAM? How can I market myself as a photographer if I don’t have a DSLR? As an artist if I don’t have a graphics tablet?
So how can I afford it?
Well, I tread a very delicate path. I give up a LOT. Buy a beer at the pub? Psh, who am I, Richard Branson? Go shopping? Uh no, I have important being at home to do, where my money stays safely in my bank account.
Haircut? It can wait another few months, right? Shoes? Bro, I am wearing these sandals until they turn to dust under my feet. Clothing? Thank goodness for hand-me-downs and Millers sales.
Go to the movies? Ha, I don’t think so. I’ll borrow the DVD from you when you get that. Music? Uh, my Beatles collection is good enough for now.
LESSON FIVE: You gotta get thinking about how not to be homeless
Homelessness is an actual worry for me. I mean, I live with my parents today, but they’re getting on in their years. And what if they both died tomorrow in a car crash? They haven’t come close to paying off the mortgage on this house. There is no inheritance.
This has been the most recent lesson I’ve learned. I’m still working it out, but there is only one realistic way I can currently start living away from home…
Getting a cheap old caravan, and finding someone who’ll let me park it on their land.
So it’s come to this. I’m gonna be trailer trash.
Okay, I am a highly educated young person with a potentially bright future, so I can’t submit to boganity just yet. However, it just might take some years living like a retiree in a shoebox to get my finances back in order. And that’s okay.
In fact, it could be a smart move.
As I live in a spartan manner, I am sure to save money, after paying off my debts that is.
Eventually, I will be able to buy land.
And later, a proper home to put there.
A crummy 1977 Millard might be my ticket to freedom.