Solo Van Life: The Battle Between An Introvert And Loneliness

Living the vanlife can be lonely at times

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This is probably the most personal post I will ever put on the internet.

I don’t like putting myself out there; I don’t like to be made a fuss of and I don’t enjoy being asked ‘are you okay’ because in my logical mind state, I am always okay. There is always someone out there who is suffering through real shit and I try and practice gratitude on a daily basis. Positivity is something I always strive for; I want to build others up, inspire people, laugh and find happiness in the simplest of things.

Personally I would rather be behind the camera than in front of it, and the only way I can communicate my feelings is through writing, a ritual I’ve found so therapeutic that I can usually figure shit out just by putting it down on paper.

I have been in that situation where my emotions took hold of my life and I didn’t enjoy being there; I dug myself out of that grave, and I don’t ever plan on getting back into it.

So, I want to talk about the most difficult subject that I’ve faced while living the solo van life: the fight between my introvertedness and loneliness.

Those who know me will be surprised that I am an introvert. I love spending time by myself. When I am in the company of others I enjoy the thought of climbing into my van later that night to steal moments of peace so I can comb through the happenings of the day, stare at the stars, or listen to my Spotify playlist while drifting off to sleep.

Vanlife isn't all that bad when you have nature to keep you company

I Just Want To Be Alone

When living on a ski mountain, I couldn’t wait to be on the road, living in Betty (my van) by myself. The thought drummed up excitement; I couldn’t wait to lie beneath my fairy lights at night and write in my notebook, read, paint, draw; doze in the sun with my back doors wide open, a breeze trickling in to cool me from the summer heat.

Then something surprising happened when I moved into the van.

I hated being alone.

The first month of van life was the hardest, when I was really alone. I didn’t have a job; I was in a new town, had little money and my only human contact was getting drunk with a few people I had just met. No meaningful interaction, to say the least.

I met a lot of couples and groups of friends travelling together, and I started to think that would be nice.

Still, I wouldn’t admit to myself that I was lonely, and I fought it exceptionally hard, terrified I would fall into the deathtrap of needing a man in my life again.

I have been single for the last year, but prior to that I spent 9 years out of the past ten in relationships. That other year being single was split into a couple of months at a time being in-between relationships. Back then, I was so dependent on a man making me happy. I outwardly cringe every time I think about it.

I remember practically screaming at one of my ex-boyfriends asking him why couldn’t he do this and that, just to make me happy. Uh, duh, because that was my job, not his.

So when I encountered loneliness after thinking I had long departed its company, I found myself practising the warped belief that it is cool to be so independent that I needn’t rely on anyone else.

But you know what? Fuck that. You can only lie to yourself for a short amount of time. We all need friends; we all need intimacy and love.

Standing at C-Level Cirque Trail summit

Into The Wild

This wasn’t entirely surprising to me. I’ve seen Into The Wild; I’ve read Eat, Pray, Love and Wild. 

I’d read tons of articles about solo travel and how neatly loneliness fits into your carry on. Sometimes it’s not until you dive into something that you realise your predecessors were actually right.

For those of you who don’t know the story of Christopher MaCandless, let me explain. MaCandless (or Alexander Supertramp, as he called himself) was a traveller who donated the entirety of his savings to charity before hitchhiking to Alaska to live in the wilderness. He ended up living in an abandoned bus near an overgrown hiking trail near Denali National Park. His intention was to live in the bus, foraging on berries and hunting game. Sadly this lifestyle didn’t work out too well for him, and he died from starvation, but not before realising “Happiness is only real, when shared.”

Buy this book. Read it. Then watch the movie. Watch it three times.

Make The Most Of It

So after a while I stopped being stubborn and I gave in to loneliness. I accepted it as temporary, and that I may as well find the positives in my situation. It wasn’t without the help of another book, however.

One day when I was feeling particularly sorry for myself, I decided I’d hide in my van with a book. That book was titled Only Pack What You Can Carry by Janice Holly Booth. This woman is a huge inspiration to me- she has accomplished a lot in her life, including hiking solo through Northern California, learning the flying trapeze and galloping across the fields of Northern Ireland after having a serious horse-riding accident; she has learnt how to drive sled dogs, authored best selling books and rappelled down slot canyons at Zion National Park. She is a woman who is constantly pushing herself to learn new and interesting skills- often without the security and comfort of others.


I reached the chapter aptly entitled ‘Solitude.’

In this chapter Booth said that whenever she was struggling with an issue, if she went for a solo hike in nature, by the time she walked out of the woods she would always have a solution to her problem.

So now I knew what I had to do. I tried to talk myself out of it, making justifiable excuses such as ‘you don’t have any bear spray.’ But I needed to book an appointment with myself and sort out this empty feeling once and for all, and this feeling was more terrifying than any bear.

As I walked deeper into the woods I heard the voices of others. I turned the other way.

Slowly I began to notice a few things; the colour palette of leaves that lay on the forest floor, the different types of trees and how some of the leaves only waved while others shimmied furiously in the breeze. I was deeply immersed in the forest when a great crack sounded above me. Splatters of rain brushed my jacket, and soon the sky was a yin yang of dark clouds and lightening.

I found shelter and sat down on a fallen log. I looked behind me and I saw a fir tree that had been split in half by the sky lying diagonally across the bush; a charcoal stain right at the point of impact. I sat in reassurance that it is rare lightening strikes in the same place twice, and I watched the orchestra that mother nature had put on for me.

Had I met someone and settled down in New Zealand, I would not be experiencing this right now. Had I gone hiking with another person, they may have suggested we go back as the weather started to turn.

There were serious perks to being alone. All I had to do was step outside.

Yvette Morrissey standing on her Ford E150 van she lives in

It’s All Good. All Of It

For those of you who are already doing the solo van life, or thinking about it yet are uncomfortable with being lonely, I have this to say: while you will inevitably feel lonely at times, you will learn how to deal with it. You will find a balance between independence and socialising.

Van life has changed me for the better; it has taught me many things I wouldn’t have learned had I walked a more traditional path.

I have learned loneliness is a choice, not a state of being. Loneliness is like a hole, and you can choose to lay down in it or plant a seed, water it daily and watch it grow into something purposeful. I’ve stopped fighting loneliness and given it a hug instead; I’ve found a healthy balance between having alone time and socialising. I have a fantastic group of friends now, thanks to the way I live.

I have learned that if I crave external comforts (material possessions, a man, chocolate etc) to fill a void, something is out of balance in my life and I have some work to do. We should be in charge of baking our own cake and icing it; friends, family and relationships are the rainbow sprinkles.

“I’ve decided I’m going to live this life for some time to come. The freedom and simple beauty is just too good to pass up.” 

-Christopher MaCandless


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12 thoughts on “Solo Van Life: The Battle Between An Introvert And Loneliness”

  1. This is so similar to my experience! Thanks so much for sharing 🙂 I live in my bus with my dog and we moved to a brand new place where I knew no one 2 months ago. I’ve been been stugeling with loneliness and I just desperately want to be someone who doesn’t need anyone. I want to be able to embrace being alone, which I am getting better at but I’ve also learnt that I am a creature who likes company and that’s totaly cool. I shouldn’t deprive myself of company just because I want to be independent. My trouble is overcoming shyness and pushing myself out of my comfort zone to find friends. But no one ever learnt anything in their comfort zone and that’s why’ve I’ve chosen this lifestyle. Oh the van life allows so much room for personal growth not to mention adventure 😀

    Thanks again for sharing, feels good to know I’m not the only one sleeping alone at the truck stop tonight <3

    1. Yvette Morrissey

      Hi Tali! I’m glad I wrote this now- it’s so nice to hear from someone who knows exactly what it’s like. I think that anything that pushes you emotionally is really healthy for your soul. I owe a lot to what this lifestyle has taught me. Safe travels and hopefully we cross paths one day 🙂

  2. Janice Holly Booth

    What an honor to be included in this fine post about a topic we all struggle with at times. In my solo travels I rarely feel lonely, but once, in France (when I was travelling with someone, ironically) I got up early to wander alone around Nice while the town was just waking up. Meandering through narrow, cobbled streets, I smelled croissants baking, watched the sky brightening, heard dishes clanking, and people talking. The only problem was that I couldn’t understand what they were saying. And in this collision of senses — smells, sounds, sights — I suddenly felt completely disconnected from my own race. Laughter, shouting, coughing — I could identify all the human noises, but couldn’t decipher the words. I stood still for a moment, astonished at my sadness. I realized later that even a hermit like me who would rather be with a good book than with most people, nevertheless was still a part of the human community, and that connection means everything. I think the Universe was giving me a little nudge. I still love solitude, but I’ve started loving my human community a little more too. — Janice Holly Booth, author of “Only Pack What You Can Carry.”

  3. Tamas Langley

    Wonderful !!!
    Just Wonderful to read this article that came from the soul and the heartfelt comments that followed.

  4. Kit Vantastic


    I’m on the road myself at the moment, and looked forward all week to having a quiet, leisurely few moments, with wifi, to read and enjoy your post. Which I did very much.

    I’m a big proponent of balance in all things.

    I, too, am an introvert, but as a member of the human race, I need a small group of close companions I share my deepest thoughts and emotions with – with whom I risk being vulnerable – and a larger circle I share interests and passions with for some sort of common good. I like to be around groups of people, at events, parades, concerts etc and I love to people watch, but like you, I look forward to having time to reflect in solitude afterwards. I am energized by this time alone. Sometimes I get overwhelmed by “too much people-ness” and withdraw a while, thinking I can go it alone, which I can for a while. But eventually, the need for intimacy returns. I’ve learned to ride these waves, and see this as a different kind of balance. 🙂

    I don’t see any reason why travelling can’t include a healthy dose of both ways of being. Although, perhaps “traditional” intimacy is a bit more challenging when in motion. But you know what I think? Tradition is for old people who are finished with living. Ha! There are many forms of closeness, and we are free to determine which ones are best for us. Just be true to yourself 🙂

    I certainly don’t believe we need to starve to death in a bus in order to experience some sort of enlightenment or insight into ourselves and the world. That story just makes me so sad, even while it is fascinating and his passion is so intense. But I suppose that’s the mother in me – I just kept thinking BALANCE! BALANCE! Extreme mountain climbers also believe that the risk of death is worth the experience. I’m just not sure their families feel the same. But alas, this is such a personal decision. It is not for me to say if it is “right”. It is simply their path. Still, I want to say, Yvette! Seek shelter this winter!! LOL

    Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings so openly so others can learn and be inspired by you. Your writing is so friendly and approachable and lovely. I’m glad you are here in Canada and sharing your experiences.

    May you find peace and balance wherever you go.

    And when you are out of balance, as we are bound to be on a regular basis, may you find compassion inside yourself to help you to the other side.

    Lets face it, sometimes we just crave getting a little sideways lol

    Peace & Joy

    Kit Vantatstic and her Co-pilot Lady Van Pippa xo

    1. Yvette Morrissey

      Hi Kit, thank you so much for your comment- it has made my day. We are very similar; being an introvert requires a careful balance of being around people and then recharging in solitude. I love how you refer to it as riding a wave- that is very much how I feel.

      With travel, because you are moving around so much, it can be hard maintaining friendships. You meet people, and they move on, or you do, and then you need to make new friends. Although, it is sort of ironic, while travelling you tend to make a lot of friends (in fact, I’ve never had so many in my life!).

      This lifestyle is, as you said, all about balance! Good luck on your journey.

      P.S. Pippa is ADORABLE!! Now all I want is a dog to keep me company in my van…

  5. Wonderful post. Just what I needed today. Thank you, Yvette!
    FYI: Chris’ last name is spelled McCandless.
    Seems to me you will always find a way to balance connection and solitude.
    Good for you 🙂

  6. I feel exactly the same way!I’m just building a van now and am gonna travel Australia. Every single word of yours echos my own. I wish you all the best. And if you have any tips on how to push past that comfort zome and meet the right people, please let me know! 🙂

  7. “Fuck that. You can only lie to yourself for a short amount of time. We all need friends; we all need intimacy and love.”

    Could not have said it better myself. For years i prided myself on being “stoic” and “independent” but like you say, fuck that. Life IS better shared but only because you want to and not because you need to

    1. Yvette Morrissey

      Yes and sometimes the hardest part is reaching out and being vulnerable, but if vanlife has taught me one thing, it’s that any feeling is temporary and the only ones you should hold on to are the good ones.

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