I sit at this yard, passing time away. Nothing achieved, yet the time has moved on. I feel that I need to achieve something great, yet having a simple life is what I seek. Someone said I'm amazing; that there is something different about me. And indeed there is. Not many people live in a van. Not many women live in a van. And not many do it alone. And still this is how I find myself, alone with nowhere to go. Which is a lie, because I have everywhere to go. I suppose it all depends on wether I want to go or not, or sit here discontent.