The Back Story

Sometimes the painful tragedies in life take you down paths you couldn’t expect. 

On the heels of the sudden death of my mother, and the breakdown of a 5 ½-year relationship, I decided to give up my ‘bricks and sticks’ existence and see where life took me.  I joined a few pet sitting websites, booked a flight to California, and embarked on a year of intentional homelessness. 

I learned that anything less than 2 weeks leaves me unsettled, that I get anxious leading up to a relocation, and that I’m far less rigid than I thought I was.  I met amazing people, lived in beautiful houses, reconnected with old friends, and dipped my toes in both the Pacific and the Atlantic oceans. 

When I returned to Ontario in August, I was immediately swept up in a flurry of summer festivals, family reunions, and all the life maintenance that falls through the cracks when you’re off having new adventures. At the same time,  I felt a little lost, disconnected, ungrounded.  I needed a ‘home’, but I wasn’t ready to stop moving from place to place.  I contemplated many options; a park model trailer within an hour of my hometown, a tent trailer or a-liner that I could tow with my station wagon, selling my car and buying a camper van like my grandma had when I was 5, or perhaps a motorhome. 

Since Facebook is very aware of the thoughts on my head, it didn’t take long for an ad for a Sprinter based c class motorhome to find its way into my feed.  After two trips to look at it I knew I’d found what I was looking for.  Decent fuel economy, ample storage, a spare bed for guests, and a shower I could imagine shaving my legs in. 

So I did it…  Sold the car, cashed in an investment account, and committed to life on the road.  I hope you’ll come back for a visit from time to time and see where I’ve gotten to.