I was out having a social visit last night and made a comment that struck me as strange. I said, “well, I’m getting sleepy. I should be getting home.”

As I thought about it while speaking I was pre-living the experience in my head. More than just a picture I imagine myself in the situation, experiencing it and I felt the stifling humidity in the van, heard the drizzle on the roof, the feel fuzzy princess blanket and flannel of my bedding and was drawing in my journal–the paper one. I even felt the spiral binder of the journal, the roughness of the paper and the smooth barrel of the mechanical pencil and the way the slick lead glides over the page. The light was bouncing off the red wall of my van from the flashlight.

And this is now home. Parked in a safe spot that’s reasonably quiet and has occasional wifi. The van isn’t too stifling yet as the night is still reasonably cool. I need to fix the air flow in here as currently there is none–zero. But overall I’m quite happy with my house on wheels.

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