I wake up. Not because of an alarm. Not because I successfully completed the five to six 90-minute sleep cycles my 22 year-old body usually needs. What stirred me from my (probably) mid-cycle sleep was the chilly air nipping away at my toes, despite being snuggled up in bed. If this were to happen in a house or an apartment, I’d probably freak out: “Why is the heater not working?
!” “Did I lose circulation somewhere and now my feet are freezing off from a lack of blood flow?!” But I don’t live in a house. Or an apartment. I live […]The post “I Live On My Own In a 26′ Camper.” appeared first on Ms. Career Girl.