In Praise of a Nomadic Life

We’ve given up a lot for a life of working and living on the road—but we wouldn’t want it any other way

By Andrew Blackman, WSJ
March 26, 2017 10:33 p.m. ET

Christmas Day in Tangier encapsulated the best and worst of our new, nomadic way of life.

A couple of years ago, my wife, Genie, and I sold most of our possessions, stowed the rest in boxes in my parents’ attic in south London, bought a used Toyota, and headed for Italy. I was 38; Genie was 41. Our idea was to travel throughout Europe, but without an end date. We would live on the road, working as we traveled, making enough money to cover our costs so that we could continue moving for as long as we chose.

On Christmas Day, as our friends and family back home were exchanging gifts and sitting down to a traditional lunch of roast turkey with all the trimmings, we were strolling along a Moroccan waterfront in brilliant sunshine, surrounded by people for whom Dec. 25 was just another day.

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