Something you might expect to come of living in a van but that is still worth mentioning; we argue about teeny tiny things that are of zero consequence. When we lived in the city the decisions we faced were relatively consistent. Where should we go to dinner? What movie should we see? This bar or that bar? We got into a groove and knew without a shadow of a doubt the other person's preference. In a van, suddenly there isn't a fork in the road, but a broom, each bristle illuminating an untouched path. The possibility for differing opinions multiplies tenfold. Each day we face hundreds of questions and produce even more answers. The likelihood that the two of us will agree on every single one is minimal at best. With so many choices, a disagreement is bound to arise. We've learned to embrace it and even goof around if things get tense.
