Been on the road a while now and something keeps standing out.
Almost everyone I run into at campgrounds, rest stops, random trailheads… they’re a lot older than me. Like, properly older. I started talking to some of them and it was the same story over and over:
“I always wanted to do this kind of thing. Just never had the time. Work, family, bills… now that I’m retired I finally can.”
And look, I’m happy for them. For real. It’s nice they made it. But it also sits weird in my chest.
If you can go now… just go.
You’re the youngest you’re ever gonna be. Body’s still working decent. That restless feeling that made you open this subreddit is still alive. Don’t put it on the shelf for “one day.”
Doesn’t have to be some expensive dream trip either. I picked up a van for like three grand and just lived in it while I drove around. Nothing fancy. No Instagram build. Just enough to sleep and keep moving. Worked fine.
Sometimes the only way to figure out what you actually want is to leave the shit you thought you needed behind for a while. Something shifts. Hard to explain until it happens.
Anyway. If you’re sitting there feeling that pull… you already know what I’m talking about.
You can do this.
Good luck out there. And thanks for reading.