Three years and counting

Three years ago today the Rolling Steel Tent was finished and packed and I headed out on my new life. That first day I drove from my friend's place in Lancaster, South Carolina, to a campground near Cincinnati, Ohio. Two days later I pulled into Rapid City, South Dakota, and met with my mail forwarding people. The next day I went to the DMV and walked out a South Dakota resident.

I've had no regrets about the life change. It's probably the best thing I've ever done for myself. As I told my brother-in-law the other day, it will probably add years to my life.

I see posts in various van dweller sites from people who are considering the nomadic life but are concerned, anxious, worried about what might happen to them. I was far more concerned about what would happen to me if I didn't make the change. I'm much less stressed. I have fewer anxieties. I am much happier.

Well I left my happy home 

To see what I could find out

I left my folk and friends

With the aim to clear my mind out

Well I hit the rowdy road

And many kinds I met there

And many stories told me on the way to get there

So on and on I go, the seconds tick the time out 

So much left to know, and I'm on the road to find out 

                                                                          —Cat Stevens