One Month Celebration

I'd like to take just a brief moment to commemorate this day as our one month anniversary of living in a car (though technically you can't call it an anniversary until its a year, but stupid boyfriends and girlfriends do it all over the nation so excuse the defficient gramar).

So...what do we have to say after one month of living in a car? I wanted to answer this question with some querky comment about how hillarious this whole thing is but the truth is we're loving it. It probaly seems somewhat like a joke to most people but in reality a lot is going on. When you can step away from the distractions of daily TV, comfortable couches, easy meals and soft beds, your mind starts to examine life a bit differently. John and I list all of those things only because to a point they can all be our own personal vices in complacency, but it really is an incredible experience to separate ourselves from those things in order to push and challenge ourselves to a different way of living. Now all I have to do is find a wife who won't mind traveling the country with me living out of the back of a 1990 Toyota 4runner. Hopefully she doesn't mind tuna and canned peaches.

Anyways, I just want to wish a happy one month to the 4runner. I guess if we're going to continue to get close like this I'll have to give her a name.

I (John), would also like to add to this post. In honor of the one month celebration I thought it was necessary to put in a few words. To be completely honest I love what is going on. It is interesting to see what type of people we become or can be when in this situation. I know that we have both learned a lot about ourselves. I have become extremely organized. I know that Jon has said it already, but I am doing great in school, we get great sleep, and we are in great shape. With the small annoyance of the rain the first two weeks of school the semester has been amazing.

One thing that I would like to note is that my realtionships with other people have been better than ever. I was cautious at the beginning to call home. I knew that my parents weren't in favor of my living situation. Through this four week progression I have realized that no matter what I actually chose to do they were still going to be there and love me. It was encouraging and funny to me the first time I called home. I was calling to check on weather or not a UPS package showed up in the mail. My dad picked up and immediateley said, "Is everything ok? Do you need anything?". At that moment I realized I had no reason to be anxious to call home. Along with that my relationships with my friends and siblings are great too.