What is a Hobo

A hobo wanders and works, a tramp wanders and dreams and a bum neither wanders or works. (Unless of course you are talking about someone who tramps--truck camps--that's a different story all together.)

Monday, March 9, 2015

The Path to Location Independence

I can’t wait to get on the road full time. I’ve been researching for a couple of years and now it is time to get down and dirty on the details. 


I have the truck and now I have to find the trailer—did I say I was looking for a free (or near free) trailer that isn’t riddled with water damage?  Oh, and it needs to be lightweight enough to tow with my F150. 

The vision of being location independent and traveling throughout the states didn’t start out as a truck and trailer—it began with a 40ft Class A diesel pusher (diesel so I could do a vegetable oil conversion and run off free waste oil), preferably a toy hauler model (which are rare) so I could set up my mobile art studio (or maybe I should say my DIY studio) and towing a 6 cylinder 4-wheel drive Jeep Wrangler.  Through research, and circumstance, that vision has changed and now it is time to move forward with a plan. I do have one.

The dream actually began when I was around six or seven years old with aspirations of becoming a hobo. It’s not like I told anyone that is what I wanted to be because even back then, I knew that it wasn’t an acceptable career path.

At 17 it included a friend, a VW van, and odd jobs along the way. When that didn’t work out, I joined the Navy to see the world and have a sailor in every port, but I fell in love, had a baby and got divorced.

Not long after my Mother died, I tried to convince my daughter that selling Gramma’s house and traveling through Europe for a year (in lieu of 6th grade) was a great idea, but she wasn’t interested—until years later when I was finally working on a "real" career.

Somewhere in there, I wanted to live on a sailboat (even though I get seasick) and build my own house. Instead I bought a condo (which I said I would NEVER do—I must stop saying never) in an urban area that among all the areas I have lived is at the bottom of the list in terms of likability; and, I have lived here longer than I have lived anywhere else—go figure. Did I mention that it is one of those homes that is worth less than the purchase price—so no money there to power the dream.

This time I am resolved to make my dream of a nomadic life a reality and that means going solo.

For the last couple years I have been lurking on forums for technical information, quietly reading blogs of full time RVers, pinning like crazy tips and modification ideas so I could refer to them when I finally got my rig, and testing my enjoyment of traveling/camping alone. I do love a good road trip!


At this point it is time to lock down the specifics: work, rig, connectivity, downsizing, organizing and prioritizing. 

Come along with me while I figure this out and get onto the business of living the life of my dreams.