THE FIELD VANLIFE

My field vanlife began in France with every catastrophe life could imagine. A car that would no longer start (whyhhhhy ?!), jammed doors (when you are inside), jammed screws that held the partition wall to the driver’s cab unforgivingly in place (I wanted to take it out) and broken tools (that was new !!!) brought me to my pain limit.

WHY I ALWAYS HAVE A KNIFE IN MY POCKET

“I would have liked to know at 16 that the only thing that stands between us and life is our own fear, and that we must not feed it by giving in to it. I would have liked to know that there is no change without paying for it with fear, and how wonderfully happy and free it makes to do things you are afraid of.”