I used to live in a little Arts-and-Crafts house with oak floors, perennial and vegetable gardens I’d planted and two porches to enjoy them from. 
My house was in Scottville, Michigan, home of the famous Clown Band and eight miles from the white sand beaches of Lake Michigan. Even on the hottest days of summer, the beaches were never crowded.
My church was across the street, and I heard the bells ring each day for morning prayer, the angelus at noon, and for evening prayer.
I taught English part-time at the local community college and wrote for my corporate clients from home. My life was content, meaningful, and secure.
On 10 June 2010, I moved out.
Now I live in a 14-foot trailer that I haul with an 8-cylinder Durango SXT. My living space is smaller than many office cubicles, yet I have everything I need.
My plan is to travel for as far and as long as I can. Until the money, the health, or the luck run out. Until I can no longer squat to pee. I may do volunteer work. I may park the rig and do some foreign travel. I will definitely spend time with my far-flung family. I will definitely spend time outdoors, in less-traveled spots at off-peak seasons. I will definitely spend time with God.
