This feels so hard to talk about but I keep hitting road-blocks, in my mind, because I am a woman alone. I do fine living in an apartment where all the major maintenance is done by hired men. I'm sure there are maintenance women out there as well. I want the skills to build my own Camper, to maintain my vehicles engine, and all the other maintenance on a vehicle. I feel helpless about becoming a Nomad, but I know you gals are out there doing it. Maybe it's about over-coming fears, and maybe it's "I'm not cut out for this". It's extra scary to think of "having" to live as a nomad. I guess if I had to I could do it, but honestly, I don't even know if I could then. Just be a bag-lady, and I'm not that far from it if I look around the world and see the changes taking place.
I know I need to talk to other women, but it's hard to make new friends. All my close friends are far away in compatibility from me. They have families, grand-kids, great-grand-kids, husbands, still employed, busy! I call them and keep in touch but we have nothing in common anymore.
I don't know, I'm seeing what comes of someone that didn't take life serious enough. All I ever wanted to do was find "Mr. Right" and all I did was look for perfection, the Fairy Tale, after the honeymoon it was like "hell with this" and move on. I'm 68 now and being forced to slow down by age. I think I'll somehow escape reality by living "out there" but I didn't work long and hard enough to have the income to have what I feel I need.
I just hate feeling like this is just the end of the road. Living around, and becoming one of those that are sitting in front of a tv waiting to die.
I'm sorry to rant and barf out all my stuff here but I don't have another place I feel I can be honest. I pray I don't bring anyone else down. I'm crying now and sometimes I do feel better if I can let it all out honestly. Denise PS I guess men can read this even though it's a womens "board" but I don't care. I just know men think/feel different than women (me anyway).
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I saw your headline, my first thought:
* A lot of men I know would appreciate your help.
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I will turn 70 in a few weeks.
During our early traveling days, we joined organized caravans of experienced travelers.
We watched and learned:
* Their routes
* Their time behind the wheel
* The time they quit traveling for the day to establish camp
* Their vehicle choices
* Their equipment
* Their cook gear and recipes... because, sooner or later, everybody needs to eat.
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We watched the ways they mingled and conversed, everybody automatically presumed to be an instant 'best friend'.
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Those early trips, we listened more than we talked... absorbing an astonishing amount of information from the geezers.
About the only time we spoke was to clarify our understanding of equipment, procedures, or an event.
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We did a lot of offering to help, offering to drive from camp to town for errands or grub.
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Then, one utterly average day, newcomers looked to us for procedures and equipment.
Somehow, without us realizing, we became the geezers with the experience.
Fortunately, about that time, TheWorldWideWeb became usable for forums.
Show of hands -- how many remember the olden days of bulletin-boards?
Criminy.
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b)
re -- compatible strangers
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We SCUBA dive.
We caravan with SCUBA buds.
We occasionally go out on charter-boats for week-long off-shore SCUBA adventures... a dozen 'instant best-friends' strangers.
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We discovered the vast overwhelming majority of divers think like us, v*te like us, treasure solitude like us.
I sometimes wonder if we were raised together in different families, and went to different schools together.
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If I was me and I wanted another chum in the pack, I think I would probably use my basics to expand.
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c)
You may not be cut out for this.
Until you try it, you will probably be torn betwixt... one fuddy-duddy foot mired/stuck/buried in the mindless predictable drudgery of a stand-still house, the other wild and free and laughing with your newest 'instant best-friends'.
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And one of them might be "...a man to help...".