However, no matter how much I traveled, I always felt I
had a “home base.” Sometimes, when we
were in transition, that “home base” was my grandparent’s house in
Vermont. Once my dad retired and my
parents settled in one location, it became their house in Vermont. Now that Jim is no longer working in the
corporate environment, we don’t have any plans to move anymore. That means MY
house is now “home base.”
Recently, I met someone who truly had no home. This was not the typical homeless
person. This was a gentleman who carried
everything he had in his suitcase and traveled wherever he wanted, whenever he
wanted, and made changes to his plan as necessary (like with Harvey and
Irma).
He seemed to want to talk, but certainly nothing in
depth. This gentleman was a tad difficult
to have a discussion with. Yes/no,
very short answers, but he did want to engage in conversation. It was rather interesting. He claimed to love his nomadic lifestyle.
I have known people who lived in an RV and moved all of
their earthly possessions with them wherever they went. But still, that was “home.” Personally, I can’t imagine not having a
“home base.” Where would I put all my
photo scrapbooks?! Although, I suppose
if you don’t have any family and keep all your travel memories in your head,
you wouldn’t have much need for lots of pictures.
This guy talked about hotels and cruises, so he wasn’t
“roughing it.” He was a minimalist with
a great retirement plan. He could go
where he wanted, when he wanted and he didn’t have to cook or clean. That doesn’t sound so bad. When I asked about doctor’s visits he said
because he travelled so much he didn’t have a “primary care physician.” If he needed to visit a doctor, he just
called his insurance company, told them where he was and they told him who to
see.
Now that I think about it, it does sound like a pretty
care-free lifestyle. If I had no ties to
anywhere, or anyone, and a great retirement package, I might consider it. How about you?



