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Leavin' Home for the Open Road: Q + A with Stef and Jerimiah of American Frolic

I'm super excited to share Stef and Jerimiah's camper life story with you today. Stef and Jerimiah blog over at American Frolic.  Stef and I have been chatting over email for a while now and I wanted to ask her all about her decision to purchase and move into a vintage camper indefinitely.

Her story reminds me so much of Matt and I a few years ago. We didn't have a big plan or know exactly how we were going to make it work, but we did! If you take the leap, good things happen.

I asked Stef all about their decision to live mobile in the camper, what the biggest challenges have been as they transition into the camper life, and where they'll end up. I hope you enjoy this Q + A with these rad people!

 

COMET CAMPER: How did you guys decide that you wanted to live in a trailer? What other options did you consider? What motivated you - financial, wanderlust, ecological?

AMERICAN FROLIC: We had both decided we wanted to leave Chicago over a year ago.  We bounced around the idea of moving back to California or maybe to Colorado but knew we would have to put down a double deposit not matter where we went. 

Then we talked about maybe buying a camper to live out of and travel till we found a home wherever we went.  Then that turned into the idea of trying to see the country and find a place we would want to call home, broaden the search to everywhere we could hitch up and travel to...

Meet the Beemer (My 1957 Canned Ham)

Meet the Beemer (My 1957 Canned Ham)

You guys, I’ve been keeping a secret from you. 

I try not to talk about it, because it’s a bit embarrassing. I mean, I’m supposed to be “simple” living.

Let’s just get it out in the open:

I have another vintage trailer (a second one). Don’t tell the COMET, she might be mad I never really tied up loose ends with my first vintage love. 

It’s a 1957 Beemer, and it’s a lot like the shameful uncle no one likes to talk about. You know it’s there, but you don’t want to acknowledge it or think about it too much. 

Matt and I got the Beemer just a few months after we started casually dating. It happened in a whirlwind, it was my first “big” purchase as a real human, and I kinda didn’t tell my parents about it until I pulled into their driveway with it.