In 1993, I bought a 1978 Itasca Class A twenty-five foot long motorhome. I thought it was going to be so cool to take my wife and children out on the open road to the tops of mountains and into the deepest valleys; out to the wilderness and in to the cities big and small exploring America, the beautiful. And, it was.

Little did I realize at the time was that I was actually purchasing my dream home and that fifteen years later I would become a full timer. Some would say tough luck brought me to this near nomadic pseudo hermit lifestyle. I say, not. Choice led by circumstance led to contentment. Life is good.

I've only been full timing since 2003 - five years. Snowbirding has not yet become part of my routine, although, the thought has crossed my mind many a cold wintry day here in Ohio. Maybe, some day. But, for now I am settled in a good spot on a friend's piece of land with plenty of firewood to burn away those dreams of warmer winter climates.

Sometimes, I wonder what has become of me. I am living in an aluminum can on wheels with a cat. Psychology might have been a pragmatic course of study back when I was in college. Not so much for illuminating what exactly is going on in my own mind, but, the mind of those whose facial twitches betray an undercurrent of puzzlement when they learn of my unusual living arrangements - just for my own entertainment value.

I really don't have to live like this. It is not always an easy 'road to travel'. Nor, is it an easy task to convince the scoffer that full timing makes sense. To which end I can only reply,'My mind's made up... don't confuse me with the facts'.

This blog is my story. Full Time Living.