I’m afraid of the dark.

More specifically I’m afraid of the night.

I used to enjoy the nighttime.  I loved the lights of Columbus illuminating the skyline.

But the uncertainty of knowing where we are going to sleep each night fills me with anxiety that increases with the setting sun.

Perhaps I am just reliving the terrifying night that our van died in rural Tennessee. 

That was a scary night.  We had no idea what we were going to do or why this was happening to us.

I miss the comfort of having a consistent place to sleep.  I miss the glow of the city lights safely tucking me in each night.

The two nights we spent camping in Florida were frightening.  We were the only soul within at least 10 miles and there was absolutely no light in the forest once the sun went down. 

Even the moon was overshadowed by the tall thin evergreens. 

I am learning to work through my fear and realize that I will be safe even if there is uncertainty about where we will sleep.

At least we still have a comfy car to nod off in.