I can hear you... And I understand. I am often taken for seriously warped on this. Hubby rolls his eyes and pretty much says, "Not on your life!"
(Is she going to clarify?)
Why yes, I am!
I would like, in my old age, to be one of those horrifically green-house gas emitting huge motor home driving geezers who show up without calling because, hey! We have our own room! I want to drive around the states, visiting family, and seeing sights that we couldn't ever see while Hubby had his business and we had 30+ horses to take care of. I want to have a "house" that I can keep neat and tidy, mostly because I have to or we will suffer concussions due to Hubby's propensity for imitating Mario Andretti behind the wheel. I want to be able to see and do things on the fly, making decisions based on if our ride slash house can make that corner. I want to have a lap dog because they fit in the bus easier and are not likely to be stepped on by a horse or eaten by a coyote.
I want to be homeless.