It was quite horrible. From a slow dribble now and again, now I really had a coolant LEAK. I told Mary to call around for a mechanic while I tried to tighten the clamp as tight as I could to be able to drive it. I can find my way around tools (and build a bus with help) but I am not a mechanic by any means. This was too much with my limited everything. She found a Napa Mechanic two blocks away.
Two weeks ago, my fiance printed out and delivered her two-weeks-notice letter to her employer. She worked out a deal with the apartment landlord, stored her car with family, and flew to Florida so that she can move into the bus with me. And let me tell you, my new roommate is loving the Bus Life!
We talked a bit longer, about the details, the future, and how it could possibly all work out. What sparked my idea was that there is a Tiny House Living Festival in Portland, September 15-17 and I have been invited to attend. That means I have to drive from Florida to Portland, Oregon and I figured that it would be fantastic if she was able to come along, as a sort of pre-honeymoon, where we would be together the entire time and could then figure out how we can live in Seattle. The more I talked with her, the more it sank in that this was a most righteous plan.
For the last two years, I have been living in and traveling in an 189 square foot Tiny Bus Home by myself, and have taken a lot of time to figure out who I am and what I want my life to be like. For the longest time I was scared to NOT be alone, to share so much of myself with others. Yet in a couple days, my fiance will be moving onto the bus with me.