Living on the road really sharpens your discipline. There is a place for everything and everything in its place. If you don’t religiously adhere to that practice, you’re doomed.
Whenever I have to pull something out of my storage cabinets, it’s like playing Tetris because I have to move so many things around, not the least of these being that 5-gallon Jerry can full of gas.
This picture gives you some idea of what I’m dealing with. This image show you the entirety of my “free
space” in the van (shoes for reference). It’s not exactly ballroom dancing.