People I meet for the first time are usually surprised when they discover that I’m a full-timer, being as young as I am. They give me a look and are quiet for a moment, I can only imagine they’re trying to sort out for themselves how I manage it. Sometimes what follows is a “Good for you”, oftentimes though it’s a question.
Older folks will usually ask first if I’m traveling with someone, or some variation of that sort. Younger folks are more likely to ask how I can afford it.
There are any number of answers I could give to this question, about how I saved my money up to buy the RV, how I chose a domicile state with low taxes where health and vehicle insurance is cheaper, or about how I earn a living on the road. But it all comes down to this:
I can afford to full-time RV because I value experiences more than possessions.
In the end that’s really all there is to it. I don’t have a lot of the “nice” stuff that most Americans consider crucial for every day living, and as a tradeoff I have the money to spend on gas to travel to exciting locales and pay for a spot to park my home when I get there.
I doubt I’ll ever get rich living like this, but that’s not the point. On my deathbed, I’ll have the love of the diverse group of friends I’ve had the fortune to meet due to traveling, and I’ll have the memories of a lifetime full of adventures. Want something more exciting than indentured servitude to The Man to pay for a 30 year mortgage? Choose experiences.