I hit a bump this week. Actually, I hit the bump in early January. I have just been slow to rise up and also bump my head on the ceiling of realization. It’s been a pretty rough couple of weeks, but I think my Grandmama’s passing made me recognize I have dropped my own ball,
Birds of a feather flock together. Remember that saying? I think we nomads are sometimes a bit like birds. We have built a supportive community around us, traveling both solo and together, adventuring to different locations depending on the weather, and taking advantage (in a good way) of the natural resources available to us.
My friends often refer to me as a hippie. It’s something I embrace and don’t shy away from at all. I’m all about the peace, love, and happiness after all. Recently however, when I told someone my plans to travel full-time, they reacted in a way that rather surprised me. They accused me of being a
In the months since I decided to pursue a mobile lifestyle, I have been blessed to have almost constant inspiration keeping me motivated and driven in pursuit of my goals. I never know how or where the motivation will appear, but it can be as simple as seeing an RV pull onto the highway on
There are dreamers and there are doers. Then there are the dreamers who are hell-bent on becoming doers. I am in hell-bent category. “God willin’ and the creek don’t rise” as my Granny used to say. Even before the Office Hobo epiphany, I had begun researching travel trailer living options, but I was looking at
In March of this year (2015), someone sent me a link to an article with a map. But this wasn’t an ordinary map. This was the map of my future. It charted a trip around the country, hitting every single state in the lower 48. This had to happen in my life. Sooner than later. The