i was really nervous to move into the van those years ago. i felt an overwhelming uncertainty and doubt. i didn't grow up a camper/ RV-er. but i just felt like it would fit me somehow.
i remember no one around me believed i would stick with it. they thought i'd give up after 6 months. but now it's been years, and everyone asks if i want to stop, and i say no. now they believe me. i am happy with these little square feet. over time it just feels deep and wide, like my own mind. it's a moving tree house of my mind.
every now and then i see artsy craftsy things, and i want to have a studio. and i want to decorate and design a house with the artsy craftsy things. i have a lot of nesting-energy. but that is tempered when i just spend time outside instead, or work with my hands.
maybe one day i will be able to make my own studio with my own two hands.
for now, it's enough. it's raining, and i'm safe from the rain. and cozy is safe from the rain too. it's enough. and i'm real grateful to be warm and dry.