Once upon a time I lived with my parents in Arizona before I was 20 and we lived in a box van and the family business was flea-marketing. We were called gypsies, flea-market bums etc. I look back to that time with a great fondness. I felt free and excited every time we would change locations going from Arizona to Texas, back to New Mexico and Colorado and even over to Nevada. Our home base at the time was Tucson, Arizona but we were rarely there in the summer. I really enjoyed the mountains in the summer, even got to see the ocean in California AND Texas. I went to the US Navy where I got to see a good chunk of Asia, that was fun (most of the time) -- I plan to return to van-living when I retire in about 5 years. Sooner if I can figure out HOW.