I have been really blessed to have been raised with a strong sense of home. The older I get, the more people I meet, the more I realise that my family upbringing goes beyond the status quo. A lot of people have no sense of belonging to a family. A lot of people struggle with family chaos, feelings of abandonment, anger, bitterness, and distrust. A lot of people not only feel alone in the world, but they actually really are because they don’t have that strong support system of family behind them. I haven’t always known how lucky this makes me by comparison, but I have come to realise it fully during my fourth decade on earth and I appreciate it so very much.
For two years I wandered the United States with my ex-husband in a camper trailer going wherever the work took us. And if the opportunity to wander again ever came up I think I would take it up immediately. I loved seeing new towns and cities. I loved driving for days on the highways listening to music and looking at maps. I loved researching new destinations to find places to set up camp, places to eat, places to buy supplies. It was always so exciting to roll up in a new hometown and explore the shops and restaurants. We could pack up and be gone on to the next place in a half hour. Stop and be set up in a new spot just as quickly. I liked the simplicity of carrying everything that we owned around with us. I loved the freedom of not being burdened by “stuff”. Two years passed quickly. I could have continued that way for the rest of my life.
But others that we met along the road wished only to be off it, to have a home rooted in the ground someplace. They were often melancholy and filled with a longing for something more. I think because I have been so blessed with an amazing family structure that this made me the perfect person to live a nomadic lifestyle. I was free to wander with careless abandon because I knew I had a home and a family. I had some deep roots anchored in the ground and no matter how long I travelled they would always be here when I got back. I talked to my family nearly every day on the phone. I have never had a day where I questioned whether they loved and supported me.
If I ever had the opportunity to live a nomadic lifestyle again I would love to travel across Canada and explore my own country. There are whole provinces and territories that I’ve never set eyes on. There are so many things I haven’t seen or done. Of course, it would be more difficult to do it in a camper trailer in Canada, winter is harsh. Are there even any campgrounds anywhere in the country that are open year round? No, I think it would have to be a seasonal lifestyle spring through fall and return to winter with my family at home in the Miramichi. This country is so large and I’ve seen so little of it that I would likely spend the rest of my life exploring and still not experience all of it. Oh but wouldn’t it be fun to try? I have always wanted to visit Newfoundland, the Canadian Rockies, and the Yukon. These are bucket list places that I plan on getting around to before too long. But there are so many other places that I will never see, that I don’t even realise exist. I wish I could wander and explore more.
I know a lot of people were horrified when I was travelling before. They just couldn’t imagine living full time in a tiny camper trailer and having no home base. But I never felt like I didn’t have a home base. Home was always just hours or at most a day away no matter where I was. I miss that lifestyle sometimes. I miss the adventure. It’s more difficult to travel and have adventures when you’re tied up with a bunch of stuff and responsibilities. Growing my own roots into the family tree takes time and money. It was easier to just swing from the branches.
If you could live a nomadic lifestyle, would you? Where would you go?