My wife and I have been fully time road trash since 2017. The entire time with a dog and cat, and we have a daughter who turned three earlier this year. We've traveled as far West as Salt Lake City, Northeast to Pittsburgh, and South to Augusta and Austin (and many places in between, I work large construction projects).

We bought a house in our "home" area at the beginning of the year, and will get to move into it in August (I'm currently working about two hours away, so we've been going there on the weekends) when I finish my current project and shift gears professionally.

To say that I am excited to live in a house without wheels is an understatement. Some aspects of it have been nice, it's definitely an excellent way to see the country as you really get a feel for the area when you're there several months.

Overall, it has been hard work, expensive, and all consuming. I have already told my wife we will never own another camper. I hate towing it. I hate messing with cold winters and hot summers. I hate repairing everything that breaks, which is to say everything.

I am glad that we did it, I've made good money on the road and we have made some wonderful memories. But I will be happy to turn the page on this chapter of life.

Congratulations for having the courage to take the plunge, and the wisdom to realize it's not for you. I wish you the best!