Parliament is a joke. Congress is a joke. The Middle East is nuts. The sky is falling in. Economies are in tatters. Jackie and Clive are having a tiff. And the list goes on.
Soooooo, what I wanna know is this: Are things really that bad from the perspective of a GN doing the Big Lap? Do you sometimes walk along a beach at sunset and wonder why humanity seems to have lost the plot? Do you relax with a glass of red, checking out the view somewhere in the great outdoors, and remember how crazy you were for thinking it was normal to sit for hours in peak hour traffic? Do you ever get the feeling that making the decision to become a nomad is something you should have done a long time ago?
But most of all, this is what I wanna know: Is "reality" what you see on TV news and current affairs shows each night, or is it something else? Something you've discovered since hitting the road?
IMHO Gary, as a retiree at the present moment, ? Yep there is a silver lining, However I think the Silver is wearing thin, ?? as with our countries financal situation at present there is a lot more money going out of the coffers than is going in, ?? With less people working, and more and more going on welfare of one form or another Then the silver lining Will erode, and that will have an effect on everyone of us, in all walks of life,
As the saying goes, you can only Rob PETER, to Pay PAUL for so long, ? -- then PETER is also going to become a PAUL. and the Coffers will become empty,
This nomadic has silver lining for sure Gary - it grabs you - I am at the point where I know for sure that I will never live in a house ever again!
Think of it - no rates, no electricity no gas, no home and contents insurance, no lawn mowing, no weeding the garden, - and so much more (ok I know we use electricity if we go in a cp, but once we have installed solar properly, we have no more to pay for that "electricity", as for gas, yes we have to pay for gas, but we don't pay a "service fee").
Freedom - to come and go as we please, to do absolutely nothing all day, to stay in bed all day if we want - or up all night!
The chance to meet some wonderful fellow travellers, and locals along the way.
Completely agree Jules, In one way we are lucky to have been born when we were ? At our age we can reap the benefits, But unless things drastically change I cannot see the next generation of ''boomers'' enjoying our type of silver lining,, so lets enjoy it whilst we can,
I suppose I'm hoping for some kind of revelation. It's hard to imagine what it must be like to finally break free of the shackles. I know what it's like to go camping... but living life on the road ain't camping. It's a lifestyle. I remember my first ride on the big dipper at Luna Park. I was petrified. But when the carriages pulled into the terminal after the ride, I didn't wanna get off! I wanted to go around again!
It is a lifestyle Gary - this morning for instance - I can see John (Yeoeleven) out there doing his washing, someone else is walking their dogs, others having their morning coffee watching the lake. We live just like people do in suburban houses, except we keep changing addresses!
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I feel my time is coming closer to travel again, at the moment I'm thinking first quarter of next year??!!
As much as I love my house, I often think, do I see me living here until I die?
I also enjoy Melbourne, especially the theatre, no matter where I live, I can still visit.
Fiends/family? I don't want to hang around waiting for my phone or door bell to ring.
I volunteer in an Op. Shop, I mostly enjoy it, but am often niggled because Op. shops attract hoarders of all kinds. (hoarding drives me nuts). Seriously, people collect plastic bags with holes in it, "just in case" omg lol lol. I don't see the next 20 or so years in this shop, I'm looking for something more rewarding.
Gary, life on the road isn't all beer and skittles as those above have described it. It's bloody stressful trying to figure where the next stop will be or whether to turn left or right at the next "T" junction. And there are regrets, missing the alarm sounding off at 5:30 am so I can get to work on time, missing those obnoxious prats who would call me telling their problems and expecting me to fix them. Then there are those fools who keep coming to my caravan offering to share food and alcoholic beverages while we all compete in telling the most bull**** in the shortest amount of time - can you imagine the competitive pressures these sorts of encounters produce. And then I hear Jacqui complaining about Clive and Bill yelling at Tony and then Pauline wants another shot at grabbing the ring and I reckon the world's just gone crazy so what the hell ....
Gary, life on the road isn't all beer and skittles as those above have described it. It's bloody stressful trying to figure where the next stop will be or whether to turn left or right at the next "T" junction. And there are regrets, missing the alarm sounding off at 5:30 am so I can get to work on time, missing those obnoxious prats who would call me telling their problems and expecting me to fix them. Then there are those fools who keep coming to my caravan offering to share food and alcoholic beverages while we all compete in telling the most bull**** in the shortest amount of time - can you imagine the competitive pressures these sorts of encounters produce. And then I hear Jacqui complaining about Clive and Bill yelling at Tony and then Pauline wants another shot at grabbing the ring and I reckon the world's just gone crazy so what the hell ....
Regards
Put Pauline in, she will get rid of the towel heads.
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Gary, life on the road isn't all beer and skittles as those above have described it. It's bloody stressful trying to figure where the next stop will be or whether to turn left or right at the next "T" junction. And there are regrets, missing the alarm sounding off at 5:30 am so I can get to work on time, missing those obnoxious prats who would call me telling their problems and expecting me to fix them. Then there are those fools who keep coming to my caravan offering to share food and alcoholic beverages while we all compete in telling the most bull**** in the shortest amount of time - can you imagine the competitive pressures these sorts of encounters produce. And then I hear Jacqui complaining about Clive and Bill yelling at Tony and then Pauline wants another shot at grabbing the ring and I reckon the world's just gone crazy so what the hell ....
Thanks for the reality check, D & D. I don't wanna raise my expectations too high. But I can't help wondering what it'll be like waking up on the first morning of my adventure and thinking, "Wow! I'm really here!" I think a major party of my problem is having had to wait for so damn long because of medical issues, etc.