Okay but having dinner in a foggy public park after a long, rainy day at work is the kind of self-care I should have always been doing but I always felt like the park was too far from my apartment to be worth the extra effort.
I live a very conscious lifestyle, juggling resources only available in certain places. And that makes me mindful, my habits very intentional, and I can't say I was this satisfied with my life when having all my resources consolidated in an apartment allowed for convenience.
I cook more often. Yes, in my mini van, on my camp stove, making carefully crafted one pot meals that I enjoy. I cook more than I ever did when living in an apartment.
I visit public parks more often. Because "cabin fever" is really bad when the cabin is the size of the driver's seat. I find quiet places along streams that ground my energy and bring my heart closer to nature. Or I walk crowded paths with families, silently observing humanity and feeling closer to a feeling of community than I ever have.
These habits feel like luxuries that I never allowed myself, the time it would take from my busy schedule of chasing rent was too high a price.
Not all the times are good, but I wouldn't trade the times like these for anything.