All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
It’s difficult not to examine your life when living on the road. This is also one of my favorite things about small spaces — without the distraction of stuff, you’re forced to confront your existence and, if you choose, to live more deliberately. It’s tempting to keep moving. I like living in the slow-time of travel. I won’t miss finding a place to park every night but I now know that I can make my home just about anywhere and be happy.