my dogs don’t know how to drive

So i will have to do all the driving, as soon as i get my driver’s license. Which i don’t have and have never had.

Yeah, it’s comical. A dude who can’t drive moving into a vehicle! (I can drive, just, you know, not legally yet.)

I’m partly blogging this because it will be really fun to come back and read in a few years, as long as i actually survive the process of cramming my entire life into a 20 foot RV.

More importantly, though? I think housing insecurity should be visible. The U.S. Census Bureau found that between 2019 and 2023, there was a 41% increase in Americans living in RVs. So keeping this blog is also my low-key attempt to remind people that being nomadic doesn’t mean you’re a criminal or even that you’ve made poor choices. I’m a white-collar professional: an editor, designer, and illustrator. I have very good credit, no criminal record, and in spite of my punk rock aesthetic, i don’t make loud noises and i’ve never been drunk, not even once.

So if i’m such an upstanding professional, why am i moving into a vehicle for the foreseeable future?

There are boring, depressing reasons behind this choice-that-isn’t-really-a-choice, but you can find those elsewhere, because so many people share them.

I’d rather make this blog about what i—and my canine companions—are excited about: acquiring our new wheeled house, customizing it, the suspense of whether or not i will get my license on the first try, and all the badass adventures we have afterward. I’m looking forward to meeting the nomadic community, living in new towns, and exploring thousands of nature trails.

At first, i was thinking about making our journey into a comic, because the mere premise of my life choice is such a cartoon (and i already made a comic about a prior housing search, back in 2015). But i have too many things to use my drawing time on already, so i’m going back to old school blogging, complete with photos.

Well, i am an illustrator… i might throw in the odd scribble or two.