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Allison Speaking ...

It’s easy to start to feel guilty, living this kind of life. All the people I grew up with, worked with, all of our family - they are all back home, working nearly every day, most of them struggling just to get by. And look at us - visiting the beach every week, going out to eat, going dancing, etc. Money isn’t an issue, time is on our side, and the weather is beautiful. 

I struggle with that guilt every day. That feeling that I somehow don’t deserve to live such a beautiful life, when all my friends and family are working their butts off, while I get to lay on the sand of play a few video games, without a care in the world. 

That, I think, is the hardest part of this life. There are down sides, of course - the lack of personal space, the minimalistic (is that even a word?!) way of life that comes hand in hand with living in an RV. The loneliness, always being the outsider, the out-of-towner. The wondering, some days, whether it’s worth it to get out of bed. Depression is easy to fall into, living on the road like this. It’s not all beach time and drinks down at the tiki bar (though that is awesome, of course!) 

But in the same breath, I wouldn’t give this up for the world. Every place we travel is new - every face I see holds a new story. I should take a leaf out of the page of the Facebook Page “Humans of New York” and find some way to share these stories, I know.