After living for two years, 23 months to be precise, in my little camper I have moved back into my apartment in Manhattan.
As with most things in life there are pros and cons. It is great to be back in the middle of things; no train schedules and long commutes. Everything is right at my fingertips. I very much enjoy the convenience of the city.
I have shed the layers of clothing I wore while I lived in my camper and traded them for shorts and t-shirts thanks to a notoriously overheated New York City apartment.
However, I could do without some of the sounds and smells of the city; the banging sound of trucks hitting potholes, idling diesel truck engines at night and the lovely aroma of garbage. But who can beat a front row seat to the filming of a TV show.
Over the weekend I bid farewell to my camper. No, I did not sell it instead I put it into storage.
I left Westchester, just as I did almost exactly two years ago when I started my journey, and drove to Pennsylvania; same route, but much nicer weather. The 3 ½ hour drive made me nostalgic for the open road and for about five minutes I contemplated if I should just keep on driving. I think for now my traveling days are over.
I am beginning a new chapter. In two weeks I am starting a new job that will keep me in the city for some time; very exciting.
I am very grateful for all the support I received from my friends since I returned to New York; my friend who let me camp on her property for six months and for her help during my job search. I am grateful for my friends who gave me short term work and for those who gave me moral support. Thank you, I am very lucky.