A Nomad Life?

Day one of the winter commuting season nearly did me in! I left my house at 6:55, had a brief 15 minute stop on route, and three hours and 5 minutes later I was finally in my office. Not much to do-complaining won't help, but how every other Minnesotan forgets how to drive every winter will perplex me until I die. After the first 90 minutes, I turned off Minnesota Public Radio, had heard all the headlines, and tuned in the oldies station, carrying Christmas music all day every day until December 25th. It was slow going, but I only got white knuckles five miles from the office. A truck in front of me couldn't move forward when the light changed. He kept backing up for traction, to no avail. I left a wide space, but he was getting dangerously close with each attempt. Finally, I was able to pull over to the right lane and he could back up farther. He might still be stuck though for all I know!

These are the days when I start thinking about retirement, or at least retirement from the daily grind. I start imagining what life would be like if we sold everything, bought an RV and moved from nice place to nice place, escaping the crappy weather, just living the dream. I imagine what all I could do to support my family. Blogging sure wouldn't do it-I'm only averaging about $8 per month in AdSense. Apparently though, the wonderful nomadic RV life might be all myth and no magic. The Beautiful Airstream Myth popped up on Facebook. It is an interesting read, basically taking all the joy out of my little mind wander. Still, I can see the romance of traveling wherever your heart desires. 

When I first started reading blogs, I focused on thrift, travel, England, and a combination of all. I'm not sure how I stumbled across Lovely Grey's blog, but I did so when she had recently moved full time into her little camper trailer, fondly called Klaus. Here's a post from about three years ago, sharing with readers about her lovely garden, that is hers for the while her camper is parked in the location. Lovely Grey Day now is about her life in a lovely house, that stays put each night. Still she shared several trips with housing provided courtesy of Klaus.  

I like the idea of having a homey place that is mine, or ours, different from staying in hotels or motels.To think I can cozy up in my own sheets, in my own bed, each night, but wake to a different landscape seems like an incredible, yet comfortable adventure. I say all this as someone who has never even vacationed in a trailer, let alone lived for a significant amount of time in one. There's that whole Airstream myth again, when in reality, it could very well be less Yellowstone and the Grand Canyon and more Walmart parking lots. How soon I forget the calls and texts from my daughter when she legitimately was living for three months in an RV for her first post grad school job. Her stories of waking up seeing her breath because the heater wasn't working, eating wilted and near spoiled food because the refrigerator didn't work, they were hungry, with no money nor access to fresh food, and having to bath in gas station or Walmart bathrooms the best she could because that was their only source of hot running water, was far from iconic wanderlust. 

Still, I long on these stupid commuting days, the freedom to just keep driving, arriving at a destination out of the cold, off the parking lots that are pretending to be freeways. Maybe Lovely Grey would loan out Klaus for a month or two? 

The myth> :https://pixabay.com/en/photos/rv/

Reality? Funtimesguide.com