And I kind of like not having to find gas station bathrooms, wondering where I will sleep, and having all of my stuff. I lived the nomad life all through my twenties, though I had a job, I just changed it every 6 months. It gets old, at least it did for me.
So, we paid off the Love Shack, or the Chalet, or the A Frame, or the Country Home, whatever you want to call it, last week. Don't get too jealous. This is a very rustic dwelling that inhabits the occasional mouse. We don't have a water bill, but we have to flip a switch when we want running water. I shudder to think what is under the questionable carpet. This place was built by hippies in 1965 and looks it.
But, it's mine (and his). I've never actually owned a house before; several banks have owned mine in the past. And I still give half a month's salary to the City Home, a slightly more civilized log cabin that serves as my office and other place to store stuff. (Did I mention that the Country Home is supposed to be 640 square feet but I think it is more like 400?)
So I am not a digital nomad. I am a digital settler. I'm not going to be fixing up a Sprinter Van anytime soon. This is not what I imagined my life to be as a twenty year old traveling the interstates of America, determined never to settle down.