Choose the van life. It chose me. I chose me. I say that at the end of every video I post on TikTok.

Living in my van has been an adventure for the past eight months, but lately, I've been thinking maybe it's time to settle down.

It's not that I don't love the freedom and the peace. It's just that

sometimes the loneliness gets to you. Anyway, today was like any other day. I edited a couple

of videos, ate some leftover meatloaf for lunch, and played video games until it started getting

dark. I parked my van at a campground near the Idaho Rockies, a place I've never been

before. It was quiet, peaceful, and totally deserted, which was fine by me. The snow from a recent

storm still covered the ground, but it wasn't too deep. It was chilly, but I didn't mind.

I liked being out here alone, away from everything and everyone.

I set up a small fire pit and got a little fire going outside the van. The warmth from the flames felt good against the cold mountain air.

I sat there for a while, just listening to the crackling of the fire and the occasional rustle

of the wind through the trees. There were no other cars in the parking lot, which wasn't surprising

since this place was pretty far from any town. It was just me, my van, and the Rockies. After a while,

the sun started to set, painting the sky with shades of pink

and orange. It was one of those moments that make living in a van worth it. But then, my radio

crackled to life with a sudden weather alert. A blizzard was coming, and it would hit in less

than an hour. I felt a bit of panic rise in my chest, but I told myself to

stay calm. I've been through storms before, and I know how to handle them. I quickly put out the

fire, packed up my things, and climbed back into the van. I turned on the propane heater and checked

that everything was secure. The wind was picking up, and I could see the snow starting to fall.

I wasn't too worried, though.

I had plenty of blankets, and my van was well insulated.

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