“Almost heaven,” they say.
This week I mark six months of living in the van. This week as well, I entered West Virginia, the 12th state of this trip (and right around 10,000 miles to boot). I’m not stopping yet: I still have some months and some states to go. But when I do stop, it will be in West Virginia, just a few miles from where I type these words. I’ve been lucky to make some great friends in this state – like those whose driveway I’m parked in now. I’m lucky to have a job here starting in August. In some ways, of course, I’m always at home when I’m in the van. In some ways, I’ve just now come home, to West Virginia: almost heaven.
