In the past six years my husband and I (and our two pets) have lived in five countries (and I don’t mean ones particularly close together). Having never found that mythical place called “home,” a few months ago we put our most recent dwelling on the market, and two weeks ago we moved into our motorhome.
In making these choices, particularly the RV, I’ve been thinking a lot about embracing life on the road. Embracing being the global wanderer that I am (we are), and calling that “home” (as opposed to looking for our next destination to be the home we’ve been seeking).
Yesterday, my father-in-law mentioned he looks forward to us “putting down roots.” And so, as I easily do, I’m questioning…
- What is the benefit I’m missing out on (that I’ve really never known) of being part of one specific community?
- Is it even something I want?
- Does it exist as an RVer, as an ongoing traveller?
- Is settling down inevitable?
- Or can I be a tree whose roots are spread far and wide?
I’m interested in your own experiences, philosophies, definitions of identity, and everything else even loosely connected (because tangents are the best).
And, just so you know, I’d love to hear from the wonderful community of Offbeat Homies who live in every shape of mobile home, AND those who move town a lot, AND those who never have done any of it — but have always been attracted to it.