There are several landscapes in America I wish I could have taken back home with me – but this is a fair compromise ❤️😛. It’s amazing how easy it is to relive our own memories through photos of various times and locations! And what better way to remind us of our favourite spots around the US then by sticking up a few souvenirs in our Australian home 😋 🚐🙌🏽 📸 : @cleocohen
Some of you are often curious about our bed location in the front of the trailer. After a few months of having it this way, here's what we think:
LIGHT // This is by far the sunniest area of the trailer. There are 9 windows around the bed. That's both good and bad. For the occasional lazy Sunday afternoon nap: good. For trying to block out all light to sleep at night because you're a vampire: bad. But our sleep cycles in here have become more of a go to sleep at dark and wake up with the sun. Which isn't a bad thing at all.
SIZE // All we could cram in here was a full sized bed. We have a 27' Overlander. Most people I've seen put a bed in the front have the longer 31' models that can accommodate a queen. It's not as cramped as we were worried it'd be when we were building it. But if we had to do it over again, we'd for sure build a queen sized bed in the rear of the trailer and position it longways for room to get in and out on the sides. Climbing over a body in the night to go to the restroom is a skill I really didn't want to master. 😂
STORAGE // We built the bed high enough to be able to make for a ton of storage room. We have chairs, tool boxes, a tent, hammocks, all kinds of stuff under the bed. Vintage Airstreams (and maybe new ones too?) are seriously lacking in the storage department so wherever you can build in storage is huge.
LOCATION // It's on top of the door which we have a love/hate with. If there were ever an emergency or a fire or anything of the sort, we could easily pop out the door. But on the other hand, it was a little hard to get used to the door being *right* there. Our first night I told Jason he's sleeping on the outside so he "gets murdered first." #truelove 😂
Ooh and that peek of purple light on the bottom left is our teeny weeny Christmas tree. Check our IG story to see it in action. 😍
I know this is similar to another photo I've shared, but I really want you to see my piano... well keyboard I guess. It brings me great pleasure to have brought something to the van that really makes it feel like home.
When I was really little my dad (who plays the piano beautifully by ear) did his best to teach my sister and I how to play the piano. We developed some skills, but we were way more interested in playing outside so we never progressed past a very basic level. When we moved back to the States though, my parents started both of us in lessons with the most amazing piano teacher ever - Mrs. Robinson. Unfortunately, we had lessons with her for less than a year when tragically, she died. It was enough time though to make me really start falling in love with the piano, but I never took lessons again.
When we moved for Justin's residency we found ourselves in a new place, far from family, without any friends. This wasn't an entirely new situation for us, but somehow it felt harder and I found myself very sad and lonely. To help pass the time, I purchased a piano off Craigslist for $50 and decided to conquer the instrument once and for all, which meant learning all over again since it had been almost 15 years since I'd played. I had this idea that it might be too late to ever get good since I was learning as an adult, but over the next couple of years playing the piano became one of my favorite activities and I made a ton of progress. I'm no Rubinstein, but I'm happy to say I can play classical music with two hands 😁 When we decided to move into the van, I immediately thought about my piano and the thought of living without it made me sad. So, we decided to come up with a way for me to keep playing, which ended up being a sliding table, bench seat, and keyboard. It's not the same as my piano, but I'm so glad we decided to add this "non-essential" but emotionally essential feature to our van.
Moral of the story: it's never too late to learn something new/if you're going to move into a van, incorporate the things you really love even if it doesn't make total sense.