A few weeks ago, I dreamed of a conversion van. Its surprising presence in my dream reminded me of a van from my youth. 1994 and 19 years old. I was attending college in a suffocatingly quaint Nebraska town, hemmed in by commodity crops and abandoned ammunition bunkers.
Lovely story. Love how inextricably tied the story, you, and the place are.
Might want to check out some Eliza Schlesinger standup comedy.