I miss it. I miss it every day.
I miss pulling over whenever it felt right. I miss having no deadlines or time constraints. We were never held back, because there was nothing to be held back from.
I miss the open air and driving down winding roads surrounded by wispy grasslands. Cracking our windows to listen to the ocean, while also listening for any cops who might tell us to move along in the night. I miss cranking a CD created by a fellow Vanlifer that we met in a strip mall parking lot in Morro Bay, California.
And even though I am still free, I feel less free than I did before.