In n out

Greetings my readers,

I've got something written that I'll be posting soon on the front page, and it might just catch your interest. It's a short essay that takes a deep, personal look into one of the less-talked-about sides of van life – the impact of all that alone time. In this case, I'm focusing on how it affects love life and relationships.

In the essay, I'm diving into the realistic side of what it's like to balance that wild love for freedom with the human need for close connections. It's about the endless journey from enjoying your own company to figuring out how to let someone else into your world without losing that sense of self-value that every one of us living in a van cherishes or even if we don’t live in a van this could be relatable.

It's my honest take on the ups and downs of trying to find someone who gets this life we're living. We're talking about the challenge of being so independent that traditional relationship stuff sometimes feels far-fetched, like learning a new language.

At first, writing this felt odd. Truthfully, it's because I'm aware that several women I've dated or shared intimacy with might read this. But there's another reason why it felt right: currently, I'm not on the road; I'm posted up in San Diego. This pause from my usual travels has given me the time and space to think deeply about the various dynamics and situations I've found myself in. It's by the ocean where heartful reflection truly happens.