Van Party

Celebrating different choices.

Being loved for who you are, and supported for the choices you make, is an extraordinary thing.

Two years ago, my idea to buy, convert and live in a van was born. It came from a place of confusion, a lost place. I had looked around and seen my friend’s lives moving forward as they got jobs, met partners, got married, had children, bought houses, and I had felt left behind. I didn’t want the things they were doing, but I knew I needed something, something that would help take my life to a new place. I wanted my version of marriage, my version of babies, my version of a new home, and so the van plan was born.

On Friday I celebrated that plan and the reality it is becoming surrounded by people who love me, people who support what I am doing, people who understand what the van means to me. They came from far and wide to be with me. They came and offered love, blessings, and good wishes. They gave me the chance to stand up and speak about the importance of the path and life I am promising to myself by building this van home.  

Not everyone could make it, and those that couldn’t were missed. But to those who did I would like to offer my heartfelt thanks. From the moment I had the idea of the van my loved ones haven’t blinked or questioned it once. They have smiled and supported and remarked how much sense it makes as an idea, how well it fits me.

Knowing that so many people see me, believe in me, understand me, and approve of the somewhat unorthodox life I want to live is a real blessing, a foundation upon which I can stand. Looking around and seeing the faces, hearing the voices, seeing the smiles of those I love was everything I had hoped for and more.

I know without question that the next time I step into the van I am going to take those blessings and smiles with me, that they will become part of the build and part of my home.

It was one hell of a party, and I will never forget it.

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