11 Years Nomadic and Still Figuring It Out

Today marks 11 years since I moved into my cozy little home on wheels and hit the road. It was such a crazy time. I don't know why life has to be all-or-nothing. All I wanted was the happy medium - but apparently it was too much to ask for. Eleven years ago, in what felt like the blink of an eye, I bought a new van (even though I already had one), my job of 30 years was eliminated, my little birdie was leaving the nest, and I jumped into van life head first. The job ending wasn't easy and I kinda looked forward to just being done. The stressful part was being given 90 days to train our overseas replacements knowing the light at the end of the tunnel was the unemployment train. Nikki was 19 and planning to spread her wings - moving from northwest Illinois to southeast Florida. Before job loss entered the scene, my plan to go nomadic had been carefully crafted. I’d build out my new van, get some camping experience under my belt, travel a little, and retire early in 2018 when I’d shift…