Cheryl and I have been Texans for the last 55 and 39 years, respectively. But a couple of days ago, we both became Floridians. No, we’re not giving up the RV lifestyle. And in fact, our RV and truck never even left Nevada. What we actually did was change our domicile from Texas to Florida. Here’s why and how we did it.
June 22, 2017 marked one year since Cheryl and I pulled out of the RV park in Aubrey and began the adventure of a lifetime. It’s hard to decide exactly which date to call our “nomadiversary”. Was it when we moved
In the almost two months since we left the Los Angeles area, we’ve been on a steady march up the West Coast. The longest we’ve stayed in any one place during that time was one week, and many of our stays have been only two or three nights. We knew that we needed to be near Seattle for a flight back to Dallas for a few days in early May; we chose that location so that after we returned, we’d be ready to cross the Canadian border for our summer trip to Alaska.
As I headed into the turn, I remember saying out loud, “I sure hope I don’t regret this.”
Danger, Will Robinson, danger!
Yeah, I regretted it almost immediately.