I asked around yesterday and two themes emerged. People say that they need space to put their stuff. Admittedly I miss my paintings and other bits of treasured artiness but that's about all. There's also something about having somewhere to wander around that's entirely their own. However I'm no longer worried about the exclusivity of the space that I inhabit. I'm perfectly happy to populate shared places like the moor, a beach a library or sacred building if I need to stretch out beyond the van.
One day I hope to meet someone. He will be kind, funny, smart, principled and, no doubt a tad kooky. I'll not settle for less. If it works out we might even have to share a normal home that doesn't have wheels. A little extra floor area might be needed as I'm a stickler for that personal space stuff. I'll admit to needing time alone behind a closed door in a little nook or cranny that's my very own. But for the moment, that area of around 24 cubic metres that I share with an eleven year old half the time, now seems perfectly adequate.