“Where am I parked?”

An interesting thing keeps happening now that I live in a van—I wake up in the night and forget where I’m parked. 

The inside always looks the same. 

I am parked on the street. 

No, I’m parked in the driveway. 

Remembering brings a subtle shift—something feels different knowing I’m in a different place. 

And yet nothing has changed. 

All in the mind.