I haven’t written anything for a while because, well I don’t really know why. When I began this adventure, trying to put pieces together and figure out what my part is in the grand scheme of things, I honestly didn’t know where it would go. I certainly didn’t expect to still be living in my van in October. I had no idea where I would be, but I figured I would land somewhere more sensible when all was said and done.
I’ve had several opportunities to take a job and get back to “normal living” but haven’t been at all tempted. I’m still loving life lived in my tiny space on wheels.
I’m doing things that have been my hearts desire but work always came first. It’s been four months now and I feel like I’m just beginning to truly enjoy it all.
When I set out I expected to arrive at a destination, and I would know that was where I was supposed to be. I found myself constantly watching and waiting for answers. What I’ve found is contentment where I am today. Right here is my destination.