To give this some context: since October of last year I've been fantasizing about a nomadic lifestyle.
Not necessarily "van life", but not chained to one place either. All the things I want and need in my car. Able to travel to a new destination and explore it on a whim.
I backed off, believing it was a bipolar impulse. Or at the least, a very foolish idea. It isn't either of those. It's just scary, and inertia is comforting...