Ive been thinking about this topic for a couple days now. I haven’t figured it out yet, like I do before I write about it, so it will probably be a bit disjointed.

One of my strengths and one of my greatest weaknesses is loyalty.

In the short couple months I’ve been on the road, the group at oak hill has become my group. They notice where I am, I notice where they are.

This week I’ve been on the extreme opposite end of town, parked at a friends house. With electricity straight to my camper. It’s comfy.

And I feel like I’m betraying my group. I should be there with them. Part of the group.
Instead I’m living comfy and secure.

I know this might be seen as silly.
I don’t understand it myself.