I’m a teacher and I live in the back of a van
Why I have to sacrifice home comforts and live 80 miles away from my family to work at the school I love
If I’d thought, 10 years into teaching, I’d be camping in the back of a van during the week, parking up under darkened coastal coverts, surviving on my wits at the front of class by day and my wife’s tasty pack-ups by night, would I have taken the plunge?
I have two sleeping bags (four-season), two duvets (goose-down), a blanket and a woolly hat, and I’m happy. Happy to be in work at 7.30 in the morning till 8.30 at night, relying on the school showers and kitchen, and happy with my established routine. I’m the first person in school after the caretaker and the last to leave. It works because it has to.