GrasshopperGal
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It's a long, circuitous story that can be hard to follow. There are 2 versions of how I got here and which one I tell depends on what mood I'm in at the time.
Mom has always said I share my father's "itchy feet" and I've never been able to argue with that, having envisioned living out of the back of a pickup truck for as long as I've heard Mom tell me about her adventures with Dad-- before I came along and Mom issued the "settle down or leave for good" ultimatum...Dad came to visit several times. I liked camping in the back of his truck. :blush:
My 51st year is barreling toward me and the last 5 have been doozies. The sort that leave you staring at a pile of rubbish that used to be your glass slippers and wondering just where you went wrong.
Lost the partner, the dogs, the house, and the business within 18 months in a dominoe effect of circumstances beyond my control and subsequent decisions made in the mad scramble to get control back before it was too late...which may or may not have actually been good ideas. There's not enough distance between all that and the rear view mirror for me to tell for sure yet.
I've been accused of being "a tad wordy" -- all my posts are likely to be long. Apologies in advance.
There's a 6x12 V-nose Cargo Mate cargo trailer sitting in my mother's driveway at the momemt (I am currently traveling with a friend-- because I can!) waiting for me to return and finish converting the drab, birch-lined interior into a comfortable tiny home on wheels. There's a Toyota 4Runner parked at my friend's house, waiting for my return so it can tow the trailer around the continent.
I have a modest income from work I can do online and my overhead is stripped down to the essentials.
This isn't how I envisioned the start of the nomadic life I've been dreaming of since I was 8, but at least it's finally a start.
I finally registered here so I can ask some questions, get some advice, and hopefully make some friends along the way. (I'm your standard introvert and often shy.)
Hello CRVL! Nice to meet you.
Mom has always said I share my father's "itchy feet" and I've never been able to argue with that, having envisioned living out of the back of a pickup truck for as long as I've heard Mom tell me about her adventures with Dad-- before I came along and Mom issued the "settle down or leave for good" ultimatum...Dad came to visit several times. I liked camping in the back of his truck. :blush:
My 51st year is barreling toward me and the last 5 have been doozies. The sort that leave you staring at a pile of rubbish that used to be your glass slippers and wondering just where you went wrong.
Lost the partner, the dogs, the house, and the business within 18 months in a dominoe effect of circumstances beyond my control and subsequent decisions made in the mad scramble to get control back before it was too late...which may or may not have actually been good ideas. There's not enough distance between all that and the rear view mirror for me to tell for sure yet.
I've been accused of being "a tad wordy" -- all my posts are likely to be long. Apologies in advance.
There's a 6x12 V-nose Cargo Mate cargo trailer sitting in my mother's driveway at the momemt (I am currently traveling with a friend-- because I can!) waiting for me to return and finish converting the drab, birch-lined interior into a comfortable tiny home on wheels. There's a Toyota 4Runner parked at my friend's house, waiting for my return so it can tow the trailer around the continent.
I have a modest income from work I can do online and my overhead is stripped down to the essentials.
This isn't how I envisioned the start of the nomadic life I've been dreaming of since I was 8, but at least it's finally a start.
I finally registered here so I can ask some questions, get some advice, and hopefully make some friends along the way. (I'm your standard introvert and often shy.)
Hello CRVL! Nice to meet you.
