Many mornings there will be a brief groggy moment as I'm waking that I don't know where I am.
. . .
Oh yeah, in my bed, in my van, parked at such-and-such place.
It's pleasant rather than disorienting, because it means I'd been far removed from the concerns of waking life. The bed was totally comfortable, so it wasn't intruding on my thoughts. Living in the van has become natural, so it doesn't cause anxiety. My location is pleasant (or at least benign), so I can relax completely.
What's more, I rarely need to know what time it is when I wake up. I have no schedule. Neener neener neener.