I tell people that living in my car isn't that bad because it's not - compared to a tent in Siberia. The truth is that many things about it suck such as not having my own bathroom. You really take for granted having your own private space to get comfortable and eliminate little demons from your body. As much as I dislike Walmart, I'm grateful that they are open 24/7 so I have a place to go if the urge hits.
Despite a lack of facilities and proper heating, there are some things I really like about my van life. This morning I woke up to the sound of rain pattering on the roof of my van. I felt like I was in a little cocoon and it was a moment I soaked in (no pun intended) and enjoyed (that is after I shook my arm awake). I had slept on it so long last night the it was completely dead to the point that when I sat up, my hand hit me in the face and freaked me out because I had no idea what it was. In my groggy state I thought there was a small animal in my car.
After I laughed at myself I listend to the rain for a bit and realized once again that you have to take pleasure in all the little things.