Dawn Watson | CNBNewsnet
I’ve decided to sell my house and most of my belongings, buy a van, take my dogs and hit the road.
Gloucester City will always be my home; when my driving years are over I hope to return and seek shelter at the building facing the water, made specifically for folks of a certain age. Either that or take a walk in the woods so that my decrepit body can feed the woodland creatures. (I’ve been feeding animals my entire life; might as well feed them when I’m finished breathing).
Why this sudden lifestyle change? Because it’s time. I have not seen many of my relatives or friends in years because caring for humans and animals has been my full-time job. In addition to my “regular” jobs I’ve cared for two children, a husband, my mother, and dozens of pets. I chose that path—it’s been rewarding and I’ve enjoyed feeling useful. However, I’m curious about where the road will take me.
I’ve discovered that there are places to park a van or RV all over the United States. Laws vary from state to state but basically if one plays by the rules and leaves the place cleaner than it was when one found it, there won’t be too much trouble with local authorities. And, if asked to move I will comply with haste.
It was suggested that I take a course in self-defense and invest in pepper spray. Those are on my to-do list along with finding the right van to make it all possible. Oh, and convincing relatives that I’m sane and am keeping up the payments on my life insurance policies.
I acquired a room-mate to help me with packing and selling my excess ‘stuff’ and together, we’ve already made a dent in the clutter I’ve accumulated throughout my life. Sometimes I simply put unusable items on the curb and they are scooped up by whoever needs them.
I plan to do lots of writing on the road. Fortunately, all my columns and novels are submitted electronically, making it easy to keep doing what I love even when my location has changed. I was once accused of writing “drivel” so I guess writing “drivel” on the road won’t be much different.
My decision about self-contained travel might be either the smartest or the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. Either way, I’m comforted in knowing my readers will be with me every step of the way.
If you see a van in your area driven by an older lady and would like to share some time, just holler. I’ll try to hear you over the sounds of barking dogs. Until then if you need household goods—or a house—give me a call. But don’t wait too long.
The road beckons.
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