I’ve often wondered how many hours I have spent in the last 30 years cleaning. I bought my first home at 25 and have owned several, and have spent thousands of dollars and thousands of hours improving, cleaning, and updating what I thought was an obvious notch of success in the American dream. It took less than seven days to discover that I was wrong. I have often been wrong, but this was a doozey. Not that I didn’t enjoy it at times, but now, living in 200 square feet, I felt free. Guess how long it takes to clean an RV…top to bottom??? Seven minutes flat. What a revelation. On day seven, we had a cook out with our new RV neighbors that ended in a marshmallow fight. I had spent 30 years being responsible, running errands, being a good employee, sitting in traffic. But I had forgotten how to play. And now I was in a heated marshmallow fight to the death with folks I had known a few days laughing my ass off. I haven’t reached my deathbed yet, but I’ll just bet others in that moment don’t think, “Damn I wish I had more square footage” or “I wish I had driven a Bentley” I bet they think instead, “I wish I had been in a marshmallow fight to the death instead of working all my life.” And from that moment on, we were sold. We left that park a few weeks later and set out chasing decent enough weather that the sewer line wouldn’t freeze to a shit sickle, and for the most part, we made it. With that, the adventure began.