tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23768728.post8047727368672943706..comments2023-11-05T07:32:07.024-05:00Comments on life's journey: from my emailbilliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16206096509976316141noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23768728.post-46857681299139775452009-03-12T06:48:00.000-04:002009-03-12T06:48:00.000-04:00With all the traveling I used to do, I have lived ...With all the traveling I used to do, I have lived extensively in the back of a van or a pick up truck. I had everything I needed with me, in a couple of bags.<BR/><BR/>Of course I needed money and had some or an income I could draw from, but I have worked, doing day labor, and lived on it, freeloading and finding a place to park the aforementioned van or pick up.<BR/><BR/>What always made me think was this:<BR/><BR/>I am out here, alive, fed, clothed, sheltered. I have a home back in Wisconsin with a shitload of crap in it. When I'm out here, I don't see it, I don't use it. For all general purposes, do those possessions actually exist?<BR/><BR/>(like the tree making a noise when it crashes to the ground if there is no one to witness or hear it)<BR/><BR/>I'm just sayin'. WE choose how we do it. Some choose a lot, some choose little, some in between. If I was alone and not have a family, I'd live in a vehicle, traveling seasonally around the country.Spadomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17781369901345409341noreply@blogger.com