I woke up this morning, and it was chilly. I'm getting used to rolling over in the same spot when I sleep. Maybe it's because I know that if I roll into a different spot, it won't be pre-warmed. Neither here nor there. Just an interesting tidbit of info.
Dinner has been good. Since the chicken juice, I've been toning it down to ramen noodles and slowly adding things. I think a key to my success will be preparing my food over some plastic, washable basin of sorts. That way, I don't get chicken juice in the carpet. I get it in the basin, and I open the door, and I share it with the insects that may be congregating outside my van.
I go between feeling like an adventure and feeling like settling down. Part of me just wants to clock out and take off, never to return. The other part wants to get a great job and rent a place, get a TV, and just embrace the community idea. That's what I miss the most about having an apartment. I miss neighbors.
But the dream is now being lived. I'm thankful.