| On April 2, 2007 My wife and I quit our jobs, sold our property in New Jersey and many of our personal belongings, loaded what was left in a truck and hit the road.
Why? I've had it. I've thrown in the towel. After twenty-seven years of trying I am not convinced that home ownership and full time employment are the way to go. My little suburban paradise became urbanized. Traffic is intolerable, quality public education is nonexistent. Even my trash pickup is problematic. After twenty-seven years in health-care our after expense income is less than it was 15 years ago. This is crazy. I've had enough of insane property taxes. I'm not sure what I'm paying for anymore. Yet they increase my tax burden year after year in extraordinary leaps. New Jersey is nuts. All our income goes to taxes, child care, and auto costs. We have little to no discretionary income anymore. Who are we working for anymore? The politicians, auto and insurance industry? I'm tired of home ownership. It's becoming increasingly unclear what I'm getting for all this labor and expense. I pour money into improvements and upkeep and yet my resale property value is no more than the run down piece-of-junk down the road. It doesn't make any sense to me but yet when they sell they get about the same as I did. I'm tired of mowing lawns, raking leaves, cleaning gutters, fixing broken windows, and clearing garbage from my front lawn. I'm taking my family and leaving New Jersey. We are off to find America. I know it's out there somewhere. About one-third of the way across the country we unloaded our truck into storage in Indiana. Then around Carthage, Missouri we felt a little cramped in our PT Cruiser and saw a sign for Mid America RV, the largest Motor Coach dealer in the mid-west. |
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| Mid America RV Carthage, Missouri |
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| We met Tim who showed us some very nice units. | |
| And Dennis who helped us close the deal. | |
| The entire service team who prepped our Coach and helped us hook up our PT Cruiser for towing. | |
| Then we drove 1,300 miles from Carthage MO across the continental divide to Kingman AZ. | |
| Kingman Arizona nestled in the Hualapai Valley. (3341 ft) | |
| Sunrise over the Music Mountains. (6677 ft) | |
| We start our day with some bacon, eggs & waffles. | |
| Mommy cleans the Kitchen. | |
| And looks up some info at her new computer workstation that Daddy built. | |
| Marla helps Daddy change the oil filter. | |
| And put in new oil. | |
| Marla helps Daddy scrub the Coach. | |
| All clean and shiny. | |
| Marla helps Daddy install some new light fixtures | |
| She is a good helper. | |
| She says it's straight now. | |
| Daddy ripped out the old hide-a-bed. | |
| And installed a custom built bed/play structure. | |
| Marla loves it, and wants to go somewhere with it. | |
| Mommy decides where to go next. | |
| Greetings from the Nisski's in Arizona. | |
| Sunset over the Cerbat Mountains. (7,100 feet) | |
| The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one's own country as a foreign land. Gilbert K. Chesterton |
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| And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. TS Eliot |
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| This land is your land, This land is my land. From California, to the New York island. From the redwood forests To the Gulf Stream waters. This land was made for you and me. Woody Guthrie |
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| And we walked off to look for America Simon & Garfunkel |
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| Click HERE to see our adventures | . |