People ask me every day: “Are you still sleeping in your tent?! And isn’t it getting cold?” So far, the answer is yes and no (The tent is pitched in my mom’s backyard). I don’t know if their smile means a lack of comprehension, a little admiration, envy or just bemusement. But for me it adds up. I can’t forsee for how much longer I’ll sleep there and what will happen when frost and snow arrive (The first nights close to freezing went fine). But for now I’m content to remove myself behind the zippers, beneath the tarp, night after night.