I spent the better part of my 20's living out of a backpack. I just assumed when I settled down with the love of my life and we started our family that I would have to retire my wanderlust. Unfortunately, my wanderlust never got the memo. And this is the part where we cram 5 people, pups, and enough snacks to last a year into our little canned ham trailer and hit the road as often as possible.
I am not a person who can live a stagnant life and yet I completely understand my husband's desire to give our kids the most stable upbringing we can. So we compromise. He talks me into paying a mortgage for a house without wheels and I talk him out of his comfort zones and into the wild. It works.