I prefer it that way

Well now. That was fun. Crazy. Head-spinning. At times, gut-splitting, and always entertaining. The past couple of months have been a frenzy of writing, riding bikes, driving, camping, socializing, writing, and more writing. I don't even know what day it is half the time, and you know, that's ok with me. I prefer it that way. Clearly, I could use some structure, like a regular blog posting schedule, but one thing at a time. This freelance writing stuff is taking the majority of my writing bandwidth at the moment, and that's ok with me too. 

And we're still going, no end in sight. In my last post, I alluded to the fact that the footloose and fancy free days of van living were numbered, but, it turns out, they're not! At the time, I thought were going to have to settle down and live in a house again, like normal people do, but it looks like we don't have to. I don't have anything against houses or walls or indoor plumbing, but I've grown so used to the freedom of just picking up and leaving, without worrying about anything, without any roots holding me down, I fear there is no turning back now. It's kind of like working for yourself at home, or in your van if you're me, in your pajamas, and reaching a point when you absolutely cannot fathom going to work in an office for eight straight hours a day. 

We're coming up on eleven months living in the van. E-LEV-EN months. That's almost a year. It's a pretty big deal, although most of the time, I try to forget that it is. I prefer it that way. For the first six months, I freaked out a little about not knowing where we were going, where we would stay, and for how long. Truth be told, it was stressful with so many unknowns, when all you really wanted was to go home and curl up on the couch and not worry about such logistics. 

But, somewhere along the way, I learned that it always seems to work itself out. Things fall into place, and when you don't have a strict plan, random, cool things happen like meeting someone awesome who invites you to park in their driveway and use their shower, and maybe their oven because I like to do that sometimes. These people are the best, and there have been so many, I'm starting to lose track. There aren't enough thank-you cakes in the world to repay them.

So, for now, still rolling, out on the road. We've been back 'home' in the Gorge a couple of times now, but only for a week or two at a time. And that's about how far out we're planning at this point, one to two weeks. I definitely prefer it that way.