I talk to people with families and homesteads and they often idolize my life of traveling, riding trail, camping and kayaking in state and national forests. How I do so much on my own, how I manage to get away and travel so much without a home, a family or livestock to look over.
I mean they’re not wrong but at the same time I do wish I had a place to call home, something more permanent than a moldy apartment and a two or three night stand in the wilderness. But I know what I would have to give up to have a place called home.
