My phone is with me almost everywhere, even though I’ve basically kicked it out of the bedroom. It needed some maintenance today. And I’ve decided– for now — not to replace it.
Let’s get the obvious out of the way: you can’t read these words without an electronic device connected to the Internet. So there’s a point at which “Chasing Minimalism” (the blog) and “chasing minimalism” (the lifestyle) diverge. In the past few weeks, I’ve been exploring the intentional unplug. I’ve found that just a few minutes a day has made me a more mindful dad, husband and yes, employee.
Driving around your second home on wheels means you always have a bathroom nearby. Sooner or later, everyone wants to know: how do you deal with the poop? Today, I’ll explain.
It was a weekend of firsts for our family and Roxanne: first visit to Jellystone. First weekend camping trip close to home. And first excursion where someone else in the group had an RV.
We’re home! Our epic 7-day road trip across the Midwest spanned some 1,700 miles and nearly 36 hours of driving. Add in sleeping, using the bathroom, cooking and eating, and we probably spent two thirds of the week in a space smaller than our living room at home.
Owning fewer things makes me feel more free inside. I get joy from carting useless or underused stuff out of my house to the local Goodwill donation center. Having clean sight lines in the home is a pleasure, and I can see and better appreciate the things I choose to keep when there are fewer of them.
So, today’s lifestyle tip is really a work in progress: if you don’t need it, get rid of it.
I’d like to introduce you to Roxanne. She’s our new second car, or our tiny house on wheels. She is a Flame Red 2015 Winnebago Travato 59G, built on the Ram ProMaster platform. We’ve just returned from a brief road trip to North Carolina, where we picked her up before stopping for the night at a campground outside Richmond, Virginia.
Is this blog becoming a place for paid shilling? No, Amazon didn’t pay me to write this. And yes, it’s true that if any of the tens of readers of this blog sign up for a Prime trial or use my affiliate links, I’ll make a buck or two. But I’m not such an easy endorser. Amazon Prime has made my hectic life much easier in so many ways, any one of which could be worth the $99 annual price.
Much earlier today, Lindy and XY enjoyed a hotel breakfast while I took to the trail. On a perfect 50-degree morning in suburban Hartford, I pounded out nearly seven solitary, fast and enjoyable miles. I had Cory Booker in my ears, and only the occasional baby squirrel or passing cyclist for company.
Moments like these are why I run.
Image by Allie_Caulfield from Germany – 2010-10-30 Geeste, Moormuseum 032, CC BY 2.0.
On the subway yesterday, on the way into the office, I stole an appreciative look down at my constant traveling companion in my lap. It’s true: when I’m on the go, my gear bag is with me more often than my dog, my wife or my daughter. It comes along to work and on nearly every trip.