Two weeks

Two weeks.
Two weeks of showering at work and sleepin nearer to pavement on a consistent basis than i have in a while.
Two weeks of coming home to the same old corner and seeing the lights on in what used to be my apartment...and then unlocking my bus and stepping into my cozy lil' studio on wheels.
Two weeks of trying to pee (and such) in everybody else's digs.
Two weeks of jammin to Holly Smith on the way to dump the 'goods' each wednesday and writing atop the roof my mini-home.
Two weeks of conserving more water and energy than ever!
Two weeks of hitting a steep learning curve at mock speed and meeting Mr. Jumper Cables face to face.
Two weeks of having plenty enough space for me a kitty and knowing we could do with less.
Two weeks of good sleeping weather and loud rain on the roof and hearing crickets.
Two weeks of meeting passers by who stop to look and ask about the Travco, because they themselves have been looking or used to own one and want to share their nonstalgia with someone new to the circle.
Two weeks of couchsurfers, who I believe need a new delineation...
Two weeks of playin Jonah in the Whale.
And getting my very first "get the fuck out or we'll tow yer ass in 72 hours" sticker, which i almost feel is some sort of initiation or rite of passage.
So, my address won't be changing, but my locale may, for now ;)
So i'm livin la vida loca en la baena
Cheers to two more weeks