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The first night I ever slept in my van, I laid awake for hours.
Every sound felt like a threat. A car passing by. A distant door slamming. A dog barking.
I kept thinking: What am I doing?
I had given up stability. A steady paycheck. A “normal” life. And for what? To sleep in a vehicle?
The doubts flooded in. I thought about the people who had told me I was crazy. I wondered if they were right.
But then morning came. I opened my van door to soft golden light and fresh, crisp air. The world felt bigger. My worries felt smaller.
And I knew: I didn’t make a mistake. I made a choice. A choice to live on my own terms.
Not every night in van life is easy. But every morning reminds me why I chose this life.
Are you interested in living the van life?
