bought a house with her sister. She and her canine crew will be traveling only occasionally.
JustinCredible got an apartment and is selling his amazing purple Class B van. He’s tired of the limits and demands of mobile living.
Vanholio! is moving into the rental property he owns because it needs repairs and because he misses his peeps.
Nomads often become settlers again, and my emotions are mixed. They’re free to decide how and where to live and what makes them happy. I don’t begrudge them that. But it feels a little like friends moving away—which is ironic seeing as how I’m the one who keeps disappearing down the road.
I love my nomadic life. It’s perfect for me. But not for everyone, or not for the rest of their life. I try not to think about the day when health or other circumstances force me back into a building, back to being in one place. Yet some nomads are eagerly looking forward to the day when they can return to normal life. And some are surprised when they find themselves craving the thing they were once happy to abandon.
I grew up being taught there was just one way to be happy. And that path eventually made me miserable. So here’s a toast to whichever path leads to your bliss.