Now that I think about it

I'm only here in SW Florida to assist my 76yo mother and help any way I can make life easier for her. But in the back of my mind I know that dreaded fateful day is coming. And when it does, the only purpose I'll have is working to pay bills and to keep working. So I'll be saving up to get me a good used pickup, a camper to load up my survival gear, get a bunch of new spare vital parts for it, load my tools, pay 2 years insurance ahead of time and hit the road. I've no one to share life with it's just ole me. So I figure head West, get out of the South and East and just camp out here n there. Maybe move around every 2 weeks to avoid trouble. I've always kept clean washed and stayed alive when homeless before. But this purposeless life here just isn't for me later on. It's just a hamster wheel controlling every aspect of my life. I don't camp near people, I go deep. God, nature and freedom. It isn't a cakewalk, but neither is this life. I can't enjoy life alone in a house. I can always go to some temp agency to earn more insurance, gas etc and move on. But I don't belong to any one place at this point. So if I'm going it alone I'm going camping 😊 🏕🥾.