Most of my travels I hitchhiked and camped in obscure secluded spots. I've grown tired of it mentally and physically, dealing with the troubles that arise from risky albeit exciting methods of travel that involve meeting strangers. It's far easier to find work and get to fishing spots and carry around certain gear than it is involving a rucksack.

But...Don't you want to live?

These are only growing pains I've chosen to hasten how I'll settle into my desired final lifestyle. Pinch a bit of money here, use it wisely and I'll live nicely on a plot of land (outside of Canada) and call it a day.

Paying x amount to suffer with roommates is fatiguing. I would rather my own space and quirks to exhaust myself and avoid the clashes of personalities.

Dude, I've lived that way for the better part of a decade and I'm getting ready to settle down myself, going for a Chevy Astra to extend my range and find a place to call home, then getting a CDL so I can get some income while roaming. I'd recommend you at least get a hatchback and just plan your life around the price of gas.

 

lol a Mongolian judging us for our nomadic lifestyles.

It's not that...Don't you want to be around people? It seems like you exiled yourselves from society.

Depends what year. I feel as though storage space is sort of on the lower end in those cars, but fuel efficiency is obviously top tier.

I just keep society in arm's length and that's worked out for me just fine.

After a while you learn how its safer to keep some distance with others.