Today's prompt for the day (yesterday by the time this gets published) from 365 Days of Writing Prompts reads:
Rolling stone
If you could live a nomadic life, would you? Where would
you go? How would you decide? What would life be like
without a “home base”?
My answer to this is... well... no. The biggest reason I would not choose this life is for purpose of community. I need good community to thrive, and that simply can't happen when I never allow myself to rooten. (I just made up that word. I hate made-up words. But that should be a real word.)
The other thing holding me back is that I'm a young, single woman and I highly doubt such a lifestyle would be safe for me. However, for the sake of this post, let's pretend that's not a thing.
Also money. Let's pretend that's also not a problem.
But, if not for these things, I would totally live the nomad's life.
At this point I would probably settle for living out of my car. I would drive around the country, no, continent, and find remote places to set up camp. I would cook my meals over fires and sing into the night sky. I would hike, live off the land and off the grid. I would make friends with the locals in random small towns and come back to the same spots every few years to catch up. The open road would be my sweet, sweet home.
But I suppose, as I aged, living out of a car would prove to be insufficient. I would then opt for a "tiny" house, which can be basically a trailer, built modestly, efficiently, and uniquely. This would also be a good option for if/when I got married. Because they're mobile, you can still take them just about anywhere. It's like a camper--but more like a home on wheels.
This type of living appeals to my love of nature, restless spirit (which may only last as long as I am young), my fantasy of a minimalist lifestyle, and the environmental and economic benefits associated with it.
Of course, I have my doubts that this dream would ever come to fruition, but I'm still glad you asked.
God bless.
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