Most folks I know plan things. I used to be a planner until I developed an ulcer and an anxiety problem. I followed the American dream….college, career, kids, home ownership, marriage, blah, blah, blah. I did that for several decades and after spending the majority of my life shuffling kids to football, mowing the lawn and vacuuming, I landed in the most unusual place. I was finally in a relationship that would stand the test of time and each other’s mistakes. My kids were off to college and I had reached my fill of home improvement projects. I had followed the rules; lived in cubicle hell; always paid my car insurance on time. Then the world shifted and I didn’t even notice. My mother always had a mantra: “Honey, when you turn 50, cash out, go see everything from Alcatraz to Niagara Falls. When you run out of money, go back to work, but don’t wait until you are 65 to retire. What if you don’t make it?” Sooooooo…..my husband and I were rambling around a 3,300 square foot home that needed constant cleaning. My mother died. I turned 50. With absolutely zero thought or planning, we cashed out, quit our jobs, rented the house, bought an RV (we have never even camped) We gave up on the American Dream, said #@$% you to home ownership and hit the road. This blog tells the tale.