THE FLIPPING NOMAD

WHEN PEOPLE GET into RVing, it usually feels like a scene out of a movie.

They get fed up with life, sell everything, buy their dream RV, then drive off into the sunset without a care in the world. My experience was the exact opposite.

Here’s how I got into RVing—my dad, who owned two businesses, had a stroke. Neither business was doing very well, so I had to drop everything to take over. I was living in the only housing situation I could afford, which was one of four bedrooms in a house with three friends. When our lease was coming up for renewal, we all sat down to talk about what we were going to do, and I found out they had made plans that didn’t