2024 took some unexpected turns. I am refraining from rereading last year's post because I might be tempted to connect what happened to what I anticipated. However, this year's change wasn't even an inkling of an idea back in January, so I will start fresh with this post. Hopefully,  the end of 2024 marks the beginning of a shift in my life towards a lifestyle of both adventure and rest.  Let me explain. My husband brought up the idea of purchasing a camper van this summer. At first, I thought it was a crazy idea. I assumed that my husband, who is over 6 feet tall, wouldn't be comfortable living in a metal box, sleeping in said box, sitting on a toilet in said box, etc. Only one of us did much camping in childhood and adulthood; spoiler alert, it wasn't my husband. As much as I used to enjoy camping, it has been years since I've gone, and many of my adult experiences were far less enjoyable than my childhood recollections. This idea seemed so out in left field that at initially I was waiting for the phase to pass. It didn't. Then, I started playing devil's advocate: questioning...