The park is jam packed full of people. So full that they are putting people in with the long termers which means I now have neighbors who pulled in at 10:00 AM this morning and interrupted my morning peace. The whole block is full which is a rarity. Considering how many people are in the park there were few problems and everyone seems to have settled in quite nicely. I still may have to remind my neighbors that quiet time is 10:00 PM, but I think if it comes to that they will respect the time and quiet down.
As stressful as this place and work have been, I am already starting my grieving process. I know so many people here that it will be odd to be off on my own again, a stranger wandering the world. I have grown accustomed to the hellos and waves of my fellow workers and my neighbors that greet me each day. I have once again been lulled into believing this is as it will always be, and yet at the same time knowing it will not be. I want to take them all with me as I move along. I have memories of a Tribe that moved together but have yet to find it in this life time. And so I remain a solitary nomad.