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This August marks one year since my wife, Elizabeth, and I got rid of most of our stuff, moved into an RV and officially became nomads. Now, I’m pretty sure I’m not the first caricaturist to fill his spouse or girlfriend’s head with fanciful grand schemes of living on the road, traveling the country and beyond, being spontaneous and carefree, while working gigs and saving money along the way to support this nomadic lifestyle. Nor will I be the last, I presume. Artists of all kinds have been doing this for centuries. Right?

a year in, that I feel like we’re getting the hang of it. I knew going into this, we’d learn a lot along the way, and the more we figure out and adjust to, the easier, more enjoyable and less stressful it’d be. Meanwhile, we’ve been discovering things in our great country we didn’t know existed. We’ve been in awe of so many places we’ve seen. And we’re meeting a lot of nice people we wouldn’t otherwise. We haven’t decided where we want to settle down yet, but we’re living the dream and having a crapload of adventures along the way.

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