Today I officially moved out of my apartment and back into my car. I love my car. I really do. I feel a special connection with this little thing.
But I am so done with living out of it. I don't really live in it (well, only for a day or two in a row). Just out of it while I sleep on someone else's couch, or bed, or floor. Still.
I figured up that in the past 3.5 years, I've spent around 11 months living out of my car. 11 months! That's longer than I was in my mother's womb. Longer than I've lived many of the towns (even states!) I've lived in. True, these are not consecutive months. But, I think it allows you to have a glimpse of an idea about why I've cried a couple of times in the past few days. Though, I did realize today that the crying had more to do with my body than my emotional state. But still.
Overall though, I must say. I'm feel quite spectacularly happy!!
Bring on the car!!
(And pray, pray, pray that the bent rod in my engine doesn't decide to break now.)
3 comments:
Seriously! Seriously! 11 months! Ruth! This is cool, but kinda scary to me as well. You need a home! I'm in shock. You must be incredible to be able to do this. I can't stand not sleeping in my own bed.
I'm sorry Ruth- I'm feeling very ready to be settled somewhere and I can only imagine you are too. By the way, I'm totally impressed you can fit everything in your car. I'd have to rent a truck.
Ha ha. All my things definitely do not fit into my car. I wish. No, I put most of it in storage and then just carry around essentials and other things I'll really need in the weeks/months I'll be in my car.
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