Most people wonder how I got here. And, I don’t mean like, hey, I drove while hauling this big silver thing on the back of my Yukon. They wonder how I mentally got to a space that believed that living in 100 square feet without any real definitive geographic location to call home would be a good idea. If we’re being honest (and, yes, let’s always be honest), I’m not really sure where to begin. I imagine that all of life’s little moments have led me here. In fact, I don’t imagine anything. I know that all of life’s little moments have led me here. I really do feel as if this nomadic... Read More