I’m Not on Vacation but I’m Always Home

Originally published in May 2014 on a blog I no longer have.

I recently returned to the Colorado mountains as I was offered a much-needed job for the summer (this was back in 2014).

My friends and family are happy that I’ve found a job for a while, as am I, and they have expressed it with comments like “Welcome home,” or “Well, you had a nice, long, holiday or trip, so you should be all ready to work now.”

It’s true, I’m ready to work… but my recent traveling around Utah was not a vacation or a holiday. While I was traveling, I was merely living my life. Nomads, Bohemians, and travelers are not on vacation. Traveling IS their life, it is how they choose to live, and it is very different from taking a vacation.

Here is the meaning of the word vacation according to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary:

: a period of time that a person spends away from home, school, or business usually in order to relax or travel

: the number of days or hours per year for which an employer agrees to pay workers while they are not working

: a time when schools, colleges, and universities are closed


Therefore, in my mind, a vacation is what people take that are trapped (opinion) in a 9-5 job, five or six days a week, year-round, for the majority (and best years) of their life. These people work hard in order to pay their bills and buy a ton of things they probably don’t need. If they are lucky they get two weeks a year off to enjoy some of the spectacular and beautiful places this amazing planet has to offer (and often without pay). I have yet to meet a person who goes on vacation and relaxes from day one. They are so used to working, and being on a schedule, that their bodies have a hard time unwinding. If they are lucky they finally get to relax after the first five or ten days, just a few days before they return to the rat race.

As for “Welcome home,” (in reference to a particular town or area), I can also say that the Colorado mountains are no longer my home. The only home I have is my vehicle, so home is wherever my vehicle is parked, whether it is in Colorado, Utah, Arizona, or Germany. If I’m parked in the middle of the Sierra Nevada, or in The Grand Staircase Escalante, or on a ferry on its way to Whidby Island, THAT is where my home is.

However, I’m not retired, or on disability, or have any other income source so I do have to work periodically and in doing so I help someone else make an income and in some case help someone to get very rich.

That being said, I do need a base of operations and that is Colorado, but it is no longer my true home. The town I lived in has not felt like home for many years. It has changed so drastically and has moved in a direction that I do not like and therefore I no longer think of it as home. My vehicle (currently Studley Van) is my home, the road is my life, and all the time I’m not on ‘the clock’ is downtime, and is spent living life as I choose, freely, with little expense and very few of the normal expectation of society.

I know that for some this is hard to understand, I’ve been there myself, and don’t intend to return to that kind of life anytime soon, if ever…

Until next time,

Roxy ~ A Nomad for Nature


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