Conventional Wisdom

(Historical Notes: Have I mentioned that I had a bad time sleeping in that van yet?  Seriously, on most weekends where I didn’t stay at the hotel, I’d be running back and forth from my vehicle constantly for various stuff.  I make a point of using it as my homebase instead of that room I didn’t get.  But this one time where the van was LITERALLY my room for the weekend, I got so sick of being in there that my whole pattern of behavior for the weekend changed.  There’ll be more on that aspect later, but I seriously did get sick to my stomach at the thought of going back out there until I absolutely HAD to.  Is there an official medial or psychological name for a phobia of vans?)