I went to a rally this weekend then traveled further north for a street festival.  It’s so weird not needing to “get home” for anything.  If there were people to go back to at home (like my daughters for instance), I would like to go home…but without that, there isn’t a real home to go back to and my van serves my sleep needs just fine.  I’m not trying to be dramatic, that’s just the way it is.

So, last night I slept at a M’s place.  Just dragged my blanket and pillow into his place and crashed on his couch.  These sleepovers are fun for me.  I feel like I get to know my friends a little better when I sleep in their home.  It’s like being a kid again going on a sleepover!




About Maureen, Living in a Van

I'm a free-sleeper living in a van in the prettiest part of the world. I do this partly due to financial circumstances and partly because I love a good adventure.
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