RV, Recreational Vehicles, is an abbreviation I learnt in California.
So the backstory of this observation is that my girlfriend and I had been hopping around hotels for a while, and she eventually used up all her holiday balance and flew back. I am stuck in the bay area with my job, and not many things happening in my life after work. “How about some life experience, something your colleague K has been doing for years in Boulder, and it could really save you some money!” My inner mind was persuading me to try out living in a car. So the second day of my girlfriend’s return flight, I went to rent an SUV.
This is actually not an impulsive decision. I have seen RVs on the roadside around the Bay area, I’ve seen the rent price, and I’ve talked to my Uber drivers about how some of their friends share a RV. I’ve also talked to K, and know how he enjoys doing it in the mountains in Boulder. My inner self has been planning this for a while. It appears a logical choice. Living in a car gives you the ultimate freedom on where to live. You are detached to the non-sense rent price. You can also make full use of the facilities (shower in gym) in the company. You are essentially defying the master design of the bay area ecosystem with one simple choice, how cool is that!
My plan was to stay in the company garage for as long as possible, then switch to a residential area for the sleep. This is the recommended way by many fellow Reddit stealth campers. The first part went alright, I saw securities patrolling from time to time, but this is all fine because I am charging my EV with free company charger. nothing suspicious. By midnight, my car is almost full, so I have to go somewhere. When brainstorming which neighbourhood to go, I realize that there were quite some RVs parking on the streets near the company campus. I soon realize why this is also a perfect spot. With 99% buildings rented by tech companies, there are almost no people there, and the streets actually don’t have any parking restrictions. So no complaining neighbour at night + public property + no parking restrictions = perfect overnight spot. Once I arrive there, it turns out to be a people’s choice. Around 11:30 pm, RV neighbors start to roll in. The setup is usually a pickup truck with a RV trailer. But some also use a smaller car, and a semi-permanent large RV. I watched my neighbors preparing the RV for the night, expanding the additional space on the side, doing some small maintenance, and then finally went in for sleep. For me it was tougher because I hear all the noise from the street and I am not sure how deep I should sleep. But I generally feel safe, and it turned out to be alright safety wise. At 6 am, facility workers for the nearby companies start to appear, and I know it is time to slowly leave the site.
Two nights away, and I can no longer stand it. It is probably the missing mattress, the missing black shutters for the windows, or maybe also the freedom to sleep until nine. I don’t know how K does this with his SUV, but I don’t feel mentally stable after two nights. I start to doubt all my life decisions. To be honest, I feel that I am just sad to the fact that this idea came to my mind. I never had this kind of thought in my whole life. Not when I earn only 200 USD/month when I was studying in Beijing, not when I was relying on my parents’ support in Zurich, and certainly not when I am back in Shanghai. Knowing that the RV community exists just on the street by the company really makes me sad, and me not able to adapting to the community’s life is also disappointing.
But what ultimately leads to this? My Airbnb flatmate told me that he thinks California is successful because here people can do things, which they cannot / not allowed to do elsewhere. I am not sure about that, but my humble conclusion of the whole car camping experience is that I am probably too weak.
In any case, I am stuck with one more useless thing, the company gym membership, which, unlike the enrolment, cannot be unsubscribed online.