Before I let go for good, before I’ll watch you drive away with someone else, I just wanted to dedicate a few words to all these corners I had built with my own hands, the corners that felt like home in another life.
This house-truck sums up all the details I have come to notice indispensable while living on the road. Every corner in it is built according to very specific needs, indeed this is the masterpiece of perfection after several years of nomadic living. Every detail is endlessly thought through and into every screw in the wood, went a good amount of tears and sweat.
Now I am selling it.
The perfect little safe space to carry around anywhere in the wide open world.
A discrete look from the outside, no one will notice there is a home hiding behind these walls. A space for shoes and dirty clothes. Headspace to stand, dance and sit up right on the bed. A big fridge. The luxury of a fresh beer or broccoli in the middle of nowhere. Bamboo floor that is easily cleaned and smooth to walk on with bare feet. A terrace. Space. An engine that is old enough to be endlessly repaired.
Finally I didn’t live in it for nearly as long as I wished to and never drove it around halve as far as I could have.
Nevertheless, each time I enter the door I feel at home. Each night I spend in my linen duvet I sleep well and deep. My eyes are able to rest on all the beautiful details around. There are flowers everywhere, the space is tiny, tidy and clean. There is a calm energy to it, that I still appreciate tremendously.
When I lay on the bed, the side window open and the last sun-rays of a long day shine on my face, I truly feel that this space is a home...
...Just no longer mine and it isn’t without a little pinching in my heart I am letting that little house go.
My life changed and I don’t want to hold on to a romance of the past. I am selling my home, I am moving on, wishing to find someone that can love it as much as I do. Someone that can appreciate the fact that this is the sum of all the needs and wishes to live freely, a life on the road.
And I want to write one last love letter, dedicated to this beautiful truck. A few last words, dedicated to all the little beautiful details that did cost me a lot of sweat and tears and returned to me a much valued sense of accomplishment, beauty and the sweet feeling of “being at home” wherever I parked it.
The branch I picked in the wild source of the “Sihl” -river in the Swiss mountains. Not sure how many winters it had been there getting smothened by icy waters. Now standing strong in the middle of the room, creating a sense of division between the bedroom and the kitchen.
What a mission it was to get all the wood, the tools, the screws, the paint.
How I worried about which colour theme I should use for the walls and the backdoor. I remember all the fancy names in the DIY-shops, endless to and fro “Sao Paulo” didn’t do any good for the walls, now there it is and I got used to it.
Some blue, some red, light brown in the end it all matched together.
The storage doors, designed with patterns, inspired by the mountains. Giving the tree and myself something that would make us remember our origins when we are out in the wild.
The Swedish wood stove, build up in the north. A marvellous find, when I already had given up the idea of finding a stove small enough and in time for a freezing Swiss November back in 2022. Eventually “just picking it up” turned into hours of conversations and drinking coffee on a terrace, talking about plans and projects, stoves and trucks.
The pans and pots that accumulated durning all these French flea markets. Beautiful cast iron and copper ones. My grandmas coffee mill. Cute little cups and dishes, the wooden plates from Denmark.
The details, dating back to the horse-box this truck used to be. The old windows, one of them now makes the bathroom compartment.
The other one used to be all dedicated to coffee.
The old hooks for the chains and ropes, now make the wardrobe at the entrance.
And the little foldable step used to get the saddles down, makes a little extra surface just above the table, to put down a hot Cafetière.
The kitchen with an integrated bamboo chopping-board, lots of surface to cook, a big fridge and so much storage, this kitchen could host a cooking session for twenty people to feed, no problem.
Finally the cabin painted in it’s lovely original colour “Augusto” blue.
Having coffee on a bamboo surface. Reading a book, sitting and thinking. The terrace, enjoying a fresh glass of Rosé on it, while overhanging a river. In winter, sitting around the stove eating fondue, until we had to open all the doors, to let a bit of the snow in, as the cheese, fire and Kirsch made us forget about the cold.
Many corners holding memories and plenty more to come, maybe yours?
When I bought this truck two years ago, I remember myself saying: “That’s it, I’ll live in it forever!” Therefore I hope to find someone who can, appreciate all these details and all the freedom of that Tiny Home. And life in it, maybe not forever, but for as long as it suits them.
If it’s you, let me know. And if you know someone who might, let them know as well.
Cheers for stopping by, have a great week!
All photos and words are owned by ©kesityu taken and written by myself.