Welcome to our Log.  This is where the adventure begins.  2012 is starting off with a bang and we’re off like a herd of turtles!  We chose this name because it suits our family on two levels…

*Turtles take their homes with them everywhere they go. [We just bought a bus (our shell) that we are preparing to live on.]

*Turtles take a long time to get anywhere. [Bus or not, it seems to take our family longer to do just about anything.]

Our family of 6 has made the decision to do away with everything in our lives that is non-essential.  We are scaling down, selling off all our stuff (including our house!) in exchange for freedom.  Changing our paradigm (and maybe yours too!)of walking in faith, the meaning of ‘success’, and what we want to pour into our children.  Focusing now on what is most important to us, God and family.  We have been blessed with the opportunity to take a Bus that has been converted into a mobile living space and adventure into the great world that God has created for us.  We are trusting God to lead us as we learn to slow down, simplify, and enjoy the scenery as we meander along in all that we do.

Stolen Water is Sweeter

My wife asked me to write about this.  I think she is a little bit ashamed.  Maybe more for me but I couldn’t help myself.  For our 1st night out on the bus we had planned to leave about 30 minutes early.  This would give us time to swing by a friends house and fill up the bus with water.

The bus is parked at an RV storage lot and being it is winter (we have had a couple of nights this January that got down to below freezing)  I had emptied out all of the water tanks and put RV anti-freeze in them to keep pipes and tanks from freezing and cracking.  So for our 1st night out we needed water for brushing teeth, showers and possibly dishes had we ended up cooking (we didn’t end up cooking, Chinese food sufficed).

After all of our escapades of getting out of the RV lot, forgetting the insurance and registration information and me forgetting my wallet we ended up leaving about 30 minutes late.  In addition to this I was more concerned about getting the bus to where we needed to get it.  After my square off with the fence I have become overly conscious of where I am driving to, how I am parking and then pulling out again.  In our haste the water was forgotten.

After the 1st session of our Marriage Retreat our friends (we were supposed to get water from on the way over) came out to our bus and brought a bottle of wine (2 actually).  After they left we were hungry and went for Chinese.  By then it was late.  It was now 11pm and we had been up since 6 that morning.  When our friends left, they reminded us that we needed water.  They had been kind enough to check out the spicket on the side of the Wendy’s restaurant (same parking lot we stayed in) and let us know about it.  Wendy’s was open until 2am so we asked the manager and she said “no way”.

Now remember that this is our 1st time “boondocking” (no campground)  and our 1st time in any type of RV.  We are total newbies here.  But I refused to go to bed this evening without water.  Whatever it takes…I am getting water.  I even contemplated going into Wal-Mart to buy 40 gallons at 78c a gallon.  After realizing how ridiculous that was we took a stroll over to the parking lot right next door and saw a spicket on the side of the building.  It was in a place that was easy to pull up the bus and hook up the hose.  Easy Peasy.  We can do this.

Angie was a little uncertain and felt it was stealing.  And I guess it was as there was no one to ask.  It was 40 gallons of water.  Yes we stole it.  Angie wanted no part in this.  I was happy to know I could have a shower in the morning.  Was it worth it?  Yes.  Well… almost.

We get the bus back to Wal-Mart and in our scenic little spot and we are dead tired.  We brush our teeth (with running water) and off to bed we go.  Up the next morning and I get the generator running, turn on the electric and get the hot water tank up and running and the heater going too (it was chilly).  30 minutes later we check the hot water…it’s luke warm.  So off to Wal-Mart for a quick brekky and then back to the bus. The water has to be hot by now.  Still no hot water.  So a cold shower for me.  Serves me right I guess.  One more thing to add to the list of repairs.

First Night

We did it!  We spent our first night on the bus.  Our church had a marriage retreat this weekend and a sweet sister offered to stay with our kids overnight.  We thought this was the perfect opportunity to stay on the bus, see what works and what doesn’t, and log some more hours of driving time.

After buying sheets for the bed (orange, of course), making sure we had towels, clothes, toilet paper, etc…we were on our way.  Or so we thought.  We got out of the storage unit gate just fine this time–praise God, and then Sean realizes he doesn’t have his wallet.  Nor is the proof of registration on the bus.  So I wait while Sean drives back home (in the van) to get said items.  He comes back and we’re on our way–in our usual fashion, like a herd of turtles.  Before we make it out of the parking lot Sean realizes that one of the headlights is out.  ugh.  He gets out and is messing around with it for like ten minutes.  Comes in to look in one of the ginormous manuals, goes back out and tinkers some more.  Meanwhile, I’m just sitting and praying.  After a while he sticks his head in the door and asks if I touched anything or did anything.  I said all I did was pray.  He looks at me funny and says, “The headlight is on now…just came back on by itself.”  Well, praise God and we’re on our way now.  For real this time.

We made it through town all the way to the church without hitting anyone or anything.  Each time we got back in the bus to drive somewhere my prayer was, “God, please don’t let us hit anyone or anything.”  I am pleased to announce that my man totally nailed every turn and parked it like a pro everywhere we went.  So our first night in the bus was spent in none other than the Walmart parking lot.  However, as Walmart parking lots go I have to say we had a most excellent view.  We got a sweet spot right next to a clump of trees (yes, in the middle of the whole parking lot) and if you didn’t peer too intently through them (at which time you would see the gas price clearly displayed at the Murphy station several yards away), you could fool yourself into thinking you were in a lovely little patch of woods.   Score.

our "woodscape" view

lots of work left to do, but a made bed changes everything

We even had the privilege of entertaining guests on our first night!  Friends Jim and Rhonda came bearing bus-warming gifts–flowers, wine and chocolate!  What better way to break in a bus?!

first guests

a toast in styrofoam cups...only the finest for our guests

As for the marriage retreat, it was awesome.  We thought there couldn’t have been a better time to take inventory and re-focus our marriage on Christ.  Best to do this before you’re holed-up together with four kids in a 320 square-foot space.  :)

Gallons

Not sure if you are aware of just how much water you’re using when you take a shower.  I wasn’t.  Didn’t really care too much, either. Of course having a fixed number of gallons with which to take a shower, do dishes and brush teeth changes one’s perspective.  So we made it a math problem for the girls this week.  Bertle had to take a shower with the drain plugged.  We timed her (10 minutes) and then measured out the water that was in the tub using a gallon jug.  The results: 14 and a half gallons.  She actually turned off the shower just before the timer went off, so we figure the rate to be about 15 gallons every 10 minutes.  We will be working on taking “Navy showers” this week.  Better to get used to it now.

 Now, this will only really matter when we boon-dock.  We figure for the most part we’ll be in campgrounds where we can use the showers and toilets to our heart’s content.  Those nights spent in the Walmart parking lot or the random stretch in the desert–that’s when the Navy showers will come into play.  We can so do this.

Narrow is the Path

Yeah, no kidding.  When you’re driving a bus every path suddenly becomes very narrow.

ugh

We had a little date this week where Sean and I visited the bus so he could show me the progress he’s made.  I’ve never even had a ride in it, so he insists that we at least go get some diesel from the gas station down the road.  Yippee!  Off we go, making our way through the storage lot.  We get to the gate, make the turn to go out, and hit the gate.  More accurately, we hit a little arm that is sticking out of the gate.  It lays a pretty good ding into one of our bay doors.  The gate itself is knocked off it’s course to the point where now it won’t close.  Great.  Of course, my first thought is that this is gonna cost a pretty penny.  I envision us having to pay for not only the fence to be fixed, but perhaps a live security guard or something during the interim.  Or what if somebody’s unit gets broken into and we are liable for that because we broke the gate?  ugh.

ouch

We got out and told the person on duty.  She came out and took pictures and our name/number.  Said she’d call when they knew what the charges would be.  We haven’t heard yet.  Praying for favor.

So I have to hand it to all those bus drivers out there.  I honestly couldn’t do it.  I guess eventually I’m going to have to.  I mean, what if something happens to Sean and I need  to take the wheel for a stretch?

We’re supposed to spend the night in it this weekend (just the two of us) and already we’re looking at the route we’re going to take to get to where we’re going.  How we’re going to take certain corners…how we can avoid certain turns…where we’re going to park it…best places to get gas…where we get fresh water from.  Very good that we’re doing this now.  We plan on taking several overnight trips in it to get a good feel for what we’re going to need.  This week I’m going to have all of us walk around with notebooks so we an document exactly what we use throughout the day.  Hoping this helps narrow down what the necessities are.

**UPDATE**

We got the call from the storage unit place…$300 was the total we have to pay to fix the gate.  Could have been worse.  They’re letting us pay in installments.  We’re grateful.

From the Beginning, How It All Began.

Well, my wife has been posting away and I feel like I have been slacking a little on the posts to go along with the conversion part of this adventure.  While we are currently bus owners and I cannot wait to share all we are doing, I thought it might be informative and fun to share some of the adventure in not only finding this bus (researching, asking tons of questions and relying heavily on the bus conversion community) but also a little background as to how and why we got to where we are.

From the beginning…

It all started about a year or so ago when we started thinking about alternative styles of living.  Traveling is actually something we have always enjoyed.  But with the ages of our kids and everything that was going on in our lives it wasn’t up until this past year that a traveling lifestyle would have been possible.  We also had some things to work out in our relationship with God.  As stubborn as my wife and I both are, that took a good amount of work on God’s part to get us both to a place where we were loved and poured into.  I am learning daily to be humble and God has opened my eyes to many of my shortcomings.  I feel like I am finally in a place where I recognize how amazing God’s love and wisdom is and what an idiot I can be.

Initially I was intrigued at getting a sailboat and running up and down the east coast intracoastal waterways for possibly a few months (or a year).  My wife was curiously entertained by my excitement and we started looking at boats.  With our limited budget to buy a boat we quickly realized that it would be torture for our 4 young kids (for us really) to live in a small confined space for a week or two at a time.  Even if we pulled the boat into a marina for a week it wasn’t like the kids would be able to just jump out of the boat and go play in the water all day.

Along the way my wife had shared our spirit of adventure with many.  One of her good friends in Charlotte had mentioned to her that a friend of a friend knew another family who was living on an RV full time and travelling the country.  They kept a really great blog that was consistently updated and truly a lot of fun to read and follow along.  My wife had shared this with blog with me (www.happyjanssens.com) and we were excited again!  Excited for a chance to travel together, Excited that God’s great big world was out there for us to see, Excited that there were families already doing this!!!!  We have found quite a few other families that are living this adventure as well.    (see some of the other herds at the bottom right of the webpage) And these are just some of the ones that are keeping blogs.

How it all Began…

We started looking at RV’s.  Hundred’s of different RV’s.  It was a great market for us.  Many of the major RV companies had melted away and RV’s had slid through the cracks of the fallen economy.  Unfortunately for RV owners it seemed that no one was buying.  We looked at many RV’s in our price range and were finding unbelievably good deals.  There were so many available to us that I really had a hard time deciding on what we really needed that would work for us.  What made it really difficult was that there were so many different types of models, engines, suspensions and systems in RV’s that it was hard to determine what would best suit us.

In all the research that I had done, I was able to narrow it down to 3 things.  1. Safety – We wanted something that was safe to drive, safe to crash.  Something that offered security while we were living in it.  2. Serviceable – We needed something that could easily be serviced. Pieces and parts would be available.  Systems (suspension, brakes, engine, transmission, structural) could be repaired and replaced.  3. Space – Clothing alone for 4 kids (3 girls) can take up an entire bedroom.  Not to mention all the living amenities that go along with them.

There were so many stories of problems with RV’s as I read through many postings.  Problems that could not easily be repaired or parts not available.  Others had stories of having to take it to a specialty shop many states away.  These stories usually came up when I started researching an RV that I thought would be a good buy for us.  Keep in mind that we were looking for a 40′ RV and anything that was less than 15 years old was usually just out of our budget.  Many of the RV manufacturers were now out of business and no longer making parts.  It was typical that the common failing part on the model we were looking at was highly sought after and expensive because of that.  I would assume that this is not the case for all RV’s.  It just seemed that the all the ones that we looked at tended to fit into this category.

I did notice along my reads that there were a few people who mentioned buses instead of an RV.  My initial thought was that a converted bus (not schoolbus) would be very expensive.  When reading through the articles on bus conversions it did seem that a bus had everything we were looking for in our RV.  Buses are much safer because of the frame construction and size, engines and systems in buses are widely available, most system parts were accessible and the bays underneath the bus were much larger and more plentiful than RV’s.  Well, cost aside I figured it wouldn’t hurt to at least look at some of the buses available out there.  Who knows?

Over the next 6-8 months we started learning about buses and bus conversions.  Lots to read and the communities of bus owners that are out there were very helpful.  The support we got from the bus community was amazing.  Encouraged by members of the bus community, we took the trip to a bus rally in Florida to see the buses, talk to the owners and educate ourselves. The more we learned about buses the more it started to make sense.

We found that in todays market for bus owners the prices that they were able to sell the buses for was also much less than the amount of money, time, blood and tears that they put into these conversions. This did enable us to look at many buses that were in our price range.  Knowing that we would not be able to find the “perfect” bus we set out many times over the last 8 months to find the bus that best fit us.

In my next post I’ll show you some of the pictures of the buses we did look at and how we got into the bus we have today.

(The pictures of buses we looked at is posted under “The Shell” page – Turtle on over and take a look!)

An Offer

Houston, we have an offer!

Our house has been on the market as a short sale for 3 months now.  There have been quite a few showings but nobody to fall in love with it until last week.  Finally (I say “finally” but really, 3 months isn’t that long) somebody submitted an offer that we just sent off to the bank for consideration!  Now we wait.  The selling of our home is perhaps the largest part of the getting-on-the-bus equation.  If the bank accepts the offer we could be in the bus sooner than we ever thought.  We would also be completely debt-free.  So exciting.

Puzzling

“When life looks like a puzzle, just remember God’s got the top of the box.” ~Kim Jackson

We just got a puzzle.  We’ve never done a puzzle as a family before.  It’s been fun coming to it throughout the day and placing a piece here or there, watching a beautiful picture emerge–a 3ft x 1 1/2ft photograph of a cottonwood tree against red rock.  We chose it because it looks like a place we’d like to visit when we get to go out west some day.  It’s 1,000 pieces and we figure it will take us months to complete.  This is one thing people just expect to do at the pace of a turtle.

I envisioned cozy grey days with the kids huddles around it, chatting and listening to music as we worked together…date nights with a glass of wine and Burlap to Cashmere, Sean and I across from each other laboring to make an image appear.  So far it’s been mostly like I imagined.  Why haven’t we done this before?

Naturally, I’ve been pondering my friend Kim’s quote this week.  I can’t imagine doing a puzzle without a visual aid of how it’s supposed to turn out.  That’s how it feels to me most of the time, though.  Like you’re faced with so many pieces and they all look like they could fit into this little space but only one is a perfect fit.  If you try to cram the wrong one in to make it fit, nothing else around it sits right.  So I waste a lot of time and energy trying to build onto something that shouldn’t even be there.  I’ve learned that I’ve just got to go to the one who has the top of the box.  If I’m going to have to do this at a turtle’s pace, I’d like to at least be going in the right direction.

 

Leave This?!

You wanna go where everybody knows your name…

and your story…

and your giftings…

and your wretchedness…

and  has a lot of grace to give because they know their own wretchedness…

and you all work in unity to live a life worthy of the calling you have received.

When we came here 6 years ago we knew nobody, had no job, knew nothing of the area except that there were waves nearby for Sean to surf.  We just felt led to come here.  Weren’t running from anything.  Weren’t chasing anything.  Just led.  Now we can look back and see exactly why.

doing life together

True biblical community.  We’ve been in church a long time.  Sean more so than I.  We’ve grown a lot over the years.  Developed many sweet, intimate relationships.  But never have we experienced the authenticity, integrity, love and commitment of the body of Christ like we have here.  I would say our overall feeling prior to coming to Crossway Chapel was, “God, we are in love with the head of your church (Jesus), but your body…well, we can take it or leave it.”  Terribly (dangerously!) wrong thinking on our part, but such was our experience.

Not so here!  From the first time we came, we knew it was home.  Not weird or over the top.  Not syrupy or fake.  No drama or pretense.  Just truth being taught and sinful people who have heard the call to repent.  People who are hungry for way more than what the world has to offer.  And so, like in the book of Acts we are together regularly, close enough to know each other’s struggles and issues.  Close enough to call each other on it.  Close enough to hurt each other.  Close enough to help each other with GRACE and HUMILITY to throw off that junk and run this race set before us.  Ahhh, sweet freedom to be able to walk into a place, unpack all your junk, have help taking it all to the dump and walk out looking more like Jesus…all because you’ve spent time with his body.

So how could we ever leave all this?

We’re not.  We’re taking it with us.  No way do you taste this and turn back to Captain Crunch.  You take this and give it to everyone you know in hopes that they’ll receive some nourishment too.  Everybody needs grace.  Everybody needs encouragement.  Even giving it all away, there’s still plenty left to feed our family.  We will continue to have accountability as well as time spent in the word and fellowship while living on the bus simply because that’s a priority to us.

Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another–and all the more as you see the Day approaching. ~Hebrews 10:25

 

Time with Friends

So grateful for the time we have with dear friends while we’re here.  Our days have been peppered with visits with the sweet families in our lives.  When we first moved here, the girls fervently prayed for friends–in particular friends that were homeschooled.  We were reflecting the other day in the car how that prayer was answered–abundantly.

american girl doll tea party

after our sleepover with treasured girlfriends

an afternoon at the skating rink

this was clurtle's 1st friend ever in her life...they met when they were teeny tiny

This is what we remember about all the places we go–the people.  The relationships we have and have yet to develop are really our only treasures while here on this earth.

Musings on the subject of friendship by C.S. Lewis :

~“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.”

~“Is any pleasure on earth as great as a circle of Christian friends by a good fire?”

~“The next best thing to being wise oneself is to live in a circle of those who are.”

 

Letting it go…for now

As we pack up, give away, throw away or sell our stuff, I am struck with how easy it is to let go of it all.  Sure there are a few sentimental items that we’ll either take or store but the bulk of our stuff is just that…stuff.  Just taking up space.  Even the kids realize that they don’t play with half their toys or open half their books.

There are seasons to everything.  Things that I used to crave and be so delighted by are now coming up dry and empty.  I look at stamp sets that I just HAD TO HAVE and I couldn’t even begin to make a card with them now.  (The book of Ecclesiastes is coming to mind.)  So I am selling  the bulk of my stamp sets, ink and paper.  Don’t be surprised if you get store-bought cards from me from now on.

over half my stamp sets...off to a good home

basic grey, bazzill, paper crate and more...we've made so many people smile together

Sean has whittled down as well.  Sold his drum set and a ton of computer stuff.  I was really surprised that he sold the drums.  We’ll be getting a drum box for the bus.   Making music is a priority for this herd of turtles.

In addition, we are selling our cute little pop-up trailer:

complete with sweet little orange patchwork curtains

And our van:

less than 50,000 miles!

Not to mention our house.  All in God’s perfect timing.