The date passed without me noticing.  It was 7 years ago on the 1st of May 2009 that I packed the last of my worldly belongings into my then motorhome and handed the keys over to my new tenant.  A year later I handed the house keys over to the new owner and my life on the road with no fall back plan began.

Any regrets?  Not a single one.   I was expecting to have a sinking feeling when the house sold, that didn’t happen.  I was expecting down the line to regret selling the house, that didn’t happen.  In fact my only regret is that I didn’t do it sooner.

Living on the road has it’s downside for sure, but the upsides far outweigh them.  I honestly can’t imagine living in a house any more.  The thought of being tied to one place, talking to the same people about the same things fills me with a sinking feeling.  I would rattle around in a house after living in a 3.5Mtr by 2Mtr house for the last 6 years.

The longest I have stayed in one place has been 5 (ish) months, excluding the period where I was looking after my mum after her operation.  I tend to be ready to move after 3-4 weeks and am desperate to move after 2 months.  There are only a few exceptions to this.

Whilst on the road I have made some great friends, many of whom I don’t talk to day to day or even week to week.  But when we do meet up, it is like we haven’t been apart.  We always have plenty to chat about, places we have been, things we have seen and future travel plans.

What started out as a two year plan to tour Europe and learn some languages appears to have become a permanent thing..  Here’s to 7 more years on the road.